She sank back against the white porcelain. Hot water lapped against her chest. She added a handful of perfumed beads to the steaming water and bubbles quickly filled the tub.
Soft music played from her iPod. Her kindle, loaded with a new book from her favorite author, lay forgotten on the ledge. Instead, she opted for the glass of wine, savoring the tart merlot as it flooded her mouth and dulled her senses.
Long days, spent trying to solve other people's problems. The nights were longer as she tried to ignore her own. The house was finally quiet...only the sounds of snoring could be heard from the bedrooms and the gentle lapping of water against her flesh.
Sad.
Lonely.
Angry.
Hurt.
She closed her eyes, slipping beneath the surface, allowing herself for a moment to just forget.
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11 comments:
It could be a therapist or a psychologist.
My first thought, though, is that she's a mom and a wife and she's beat. A mom with young kids who's always solving someone else's problems.
Well done. Sad and honest.
Well put, full of great description and emotion.
I think it's a mum too. Nice Magpie.
I love that purging dunk of the head under the water. Lovely piece.
i hope she comes back up...that sensory deprivation beneaththe surface can be quite soothing though...
Sounds like it could be about you, given your profile. That sounds like quite a load to handle....nice job.
Brilliantly written!
she sounds like she will pull herself back together, good magpie!
BEAUTIFUL.
I want a bath and a drink. NOW!
I can feel the bouyancy of the water as she sinks beneath. nice job.
citymom2
http://www.countrywifecitymom.com
left me with sense of melancholy....
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