Dwindling

Dwindling

The best thing about getting a bath is feeling the water drain around me. I grow slowly colder until the last drop of warmth is sucked away. If it stayed warm, I would never leave. I would make my bath into my bed. I’d probably drown. But it would be a cozy drowning. I threw weird bath salts in the tub tonight and I think they had rosemary mixed with the lavender. I wonder if I would make a good broth?

5 thoughts on “Dwindling

  1. I fall asleep in the tub all the time. It’s probably how I will die… sleeping in cold bath water.
    I’m sure there are folks out there who would love to drink kitten broth! Aaaaahahahah

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