surrounded by bathroom tiles
It started as a one time thing. Walking into the bathroom in a daze, watching the bath fill with steaming water putting one foot in after the other. Its quiet here. Just when did I start falling asleep easier in this bathtub rather than in my bed lined with linen? I will continue this habit until the day my lungs fill with its water.
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