The Bath
I think I’m about to take a bath. This is going to be weird. I haven’t taken a bath in a many years. When I was younger I used to get these really intense migraines every once in a while, and it seemed like the only thing that could ease my pain just a little bit was to sit in the tub for an hour. I don’t have a migraine right now, but my legs have been killing me from running and I think I still have some faith in a bath’s healing power.
Still, I’m nervous. Taking a bath seems like such a sad, lonely thing to do in an empty studio apartment. I’m kind of afraid that the bath will help my muscles, but not my state of mind. At least I don’t have candles. But what do you even do in a bath? I guess I’ll listen to music? I don’t know if my taste in music is conducive to bathtub relaxation. Blink 182 isn’t exactly soothing. I think I’ll try to read, and to ponder. As long as my thoughts don’t keep bringing me back to “What the fuck are you doing in a bath?”
You’re going to hit your head on the faucet and die alone in the water. (I HAVE NO BATH TO MYSELF, I HAVE TO SHARE A GRODY SHOWER WITH THREE ROOMMATES BUT I’M NOT JEALOUS SERIOUSLY)
