Bubbles foamed as the water heated in steamy puffs. Half submerged, muscle aches were drowned from a night of un-paused dancing. Smoothing and lathering soap across sun-kissed skin, she slowly washed the evening away, enjoying the relaxing scent of mangoes and guava.
Just the smell itself reminded her of a tropical vacation, one that was surely out of reach, judging by her pitiful bank account.
So she settled for the imaginary.
The bath was the infinity pool overlooking expanses of aquamarine. The warmth she felt came from welcoming rays of the yellow star their little planet revolved.
It was paradise.
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Posted: May 3, 2020