Muscles sore from today’s chores.
It’s quite now in the still of the night.
Alone at last.
Bath water running,
The smell of lavender filling the bathroom.
White bubbles forming peaks in the tub.
Steam rises fogging mirrors,
Lit candle’s warm glow reflecting off sea breeze walls.
Sinking down deep in the hot water. Disappearing under mounds of bubbles.
A glass of Moscato in hand.
Troubles of the day now drifting away.
By Jamie Whorton ©