I love my Showers
Almost anytime of the day, I like my hot steamy showers that caress my body as well as my soul. Of course, the cleanliness is the primary goal but what it boils down to is that of therapeutic value.
My bathroom is cozy, not too big and not too small, not too old and not too new, which is similar to the average bathrooms around the world. My bathroom window is the typical type that allows you to see out but not in although I could never see out of it. Finally, it has a standard bathtub with a nonstandard showerhead that sends water bouncing to all areas of my body that just makes me want to sing.
I love to prance myself around the tube, soaking up that steam as the scent of the body wash signals the lathering ritual. My chocolate body now becomes a thick cream of foam that tingles each second it hovers over my combination of muscle and tissue that awaits, the rinse. The blasting steam scrubs every inch of body from head to toe as I twist and turn to complete the most joyous occasion. Now that I am clean, the therapeutic session begins as the blanket of steam engulfs my body, mind and soul until the endless hot springs has emptied.
Stepping out into the cooler air allows me to feel that freshness as body liquid evaporates. Toweling dry, accenting and sprucing up has now finished this wondrous occasion. So now I can join the world once again as I have so many times before.
A quick walking around the property shows me the house is secure as I glance at the bathroom window. I see my bottle of green Pert with the words “Fresh and Clean” written under it while the bottle of Irish Spring with the phrase “12 hours protection” visible from 20 feet away. I wondered as I pondered is that why I could not see out of that window?