Bath Time

He laid in the bath, his knees sticking up like knobby icebergs. She sat on the toilet, one leg pulled up under her, clipping her toenails.

“Is this what you imagined life would be like?” she asked.

Instead of answering, he slid down until his head was submerged. He exhaled hard and watched the bubbles rise. She appeared above him, almost floating, her mouth making increasingly dramatic shapes. Wisps of hair fell from the loose knot at the top head, framing her face.

He held his breath and waited until he felt the door slam, and then he slowly surfaced.


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