Taking a hot bath is like returning to the womb. I thought this as I lay in hot eucalyptus-scented water, my ears below the water line, the baselines of random songs pumping through the water, with my heart as rhythm guitar.
The songs were playing on iTunes from my computer in the next room, an easy way to time myself, I thought. My skin was dry and itchy — stress-related, The Gryphon suggested — so I was soaking in a hot bath with some bath salts, especially designed, the label said, for relaxation. It said to soak for 20 minutes, so I figured about five or six songs.
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