Bab 127: Bathroom Time

The sound of running water was sweet serene music for the ailing soul. Right from the very moment I turned the faucet, I was soaked in the warm cascading streams of comfort, feeling every single droplet dribble down every strand of my hair, every open pore in my skin… there's just no other feeling like it.

Some people wished for the fast-lane of fame, others yearn the glitter and gleam of fortune, but not me though. Install a bathtub in my bathroom, you'll never see a happier face on a person that could topple my own.

It was the perfect place to refresh myself, cleanse myself, do away with these bothersome thoughts, let the water carry them away to their rightful place… to be siphoned in a swirling whirlpool down into the metal grate of the drainage pipe, where they belong.