I do some of my best thinking in the shower. I am one of those people who enjoy ridiculously hot water… so hot that my skin comes out a big, puffy shade of pinks and reds… the shower door and bathroom mirror all steamy and dripping. Oh dear lord, that’s love right there. The steam clears your sinuses like a curiously strong mint. The juniper breeze body wash foams on your body and fills your newly open nostrils with the pure and clean scent you have come to call your own. The water makes every surface so slick and smooth- even the light layer of mildew collecting at the corners of the tiles closest to the floor. And on days when none of my roommates are home, my voice echoes off of the walls, ringing back to my ears, full of warmth and life that I can’t comprehend why I am not letting anyone hear this. My eyes squint to hold in the contacts I’m not supposed to be wearing in the water, my dollar nail polish chips off of my nails that are now soft and bendable, and my finger tips become wrinkled and squishy to the feeling of my lower back and hips as I wash them of all the stress and pain of my daily excursions. How could I not be filled with thoughts deep and full of rich and delicious life? How could I not feel free and strong in my blue room?

The back of my shirt is now damp with the drops of love still dripping from my wet hair. I could spend days in the shower. In fact. I want to go back right now.