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Week 3
Cradled in porcelain and buried under a thick blanket of almond-scented water, I lay naked and motionless. Basking in the comfort and tranquility that this open prison with its narrow walls and burning heat offered me.
This was my retreat, the one spot I'd come to whenever I needed to escape reality; my safe haven.
There was no screaming or yelling.
There were no barely covered whispers or obvious stares.
There was no darkness. No harshness, either.
Neither hurt nor pain. No strike or slap or kick or touch or word could reach me here. Me and my flesh, all bruised and maimed, we were safe here.
There was no weight; everything and everyone was weightless.
Here, in this tub, this locked room, there was everything I yearned for there to be outside of my bubble.
The tightness in my lungs signaled me that I had to come for air again soon. I didn't want to go back, but rather stay here for ever, instead.
I could.
It would be easy. I just had to get out of the tub and bathroom, down the hall and into my own. Stashed away under a loose wooden board beside my bed I would find all I'd need. My mute salvation ingested, I would walk back, re-lock the door and dive back under my safety blanket.
Forever.
Just...not today.
Word count: 226 (yes, officially over the word limit) :)