None; just a little plot bunny running around.
She turned on the tap and let the water fill the bathtub as she searched for a book of matches. The six or seven candles sporadically placed throughout the bathroom were lit and flickering merrily, beginning to pool scented wax around the wicks, as the water, steaming slightly, reached an acceptable level.
Twisting the taps back to the right (right-y tight-y, left-y loose-y Layla always had to remind herself), she stubbed her toe on the clawed foot of the bathtub before stepping into the near-scalding water.
It took a few seconds for her skin to grow accustomed to the temperature, but she slowly slid her body under the surface of the water, stretching until she was entirely submerged, save for her face. The water plugged up her ears and muffled the sound of the light, ambient music she had put on before entering the bathroom.
It had been ages since she had taken a bath.
Life has this funny way of sneaking up on you and piling on stress and aches and pains without you realizing it. And before long, Layla thought, feeling her hair fan out around her, the gentle buoyancy of her body in the water, airlines are charging you an extra twenty-five dollars in luggage fees for the bags under your eyes, your left arm absolutely refuses to move more than a thirty-two degree angle in any direction and the bedsheets seem to be getting heavier and heavier every morning. And since she didn't have any vacation time in the near future, a hot bath was going to have to suffice.
Layla took a deep breath and held it, plunging her face under the water, blowing bubbles out her nose. She opened her eyes underwater and watched how the light from the candles danced across the disrupted surface of the water, glancing off the spherical sides of the bubbles that drifted away from her and fracturing into half-hearted rainbows.
The water had lost some of its stinging heat, and Layla settled back against the porcelain side of the tub and closed her eyes, rolling her head to work out the kinks in her neck. Something cracked back into place and she could feel at least three different muscle groups relax. She leaned the back of her head against the edge of the tub and toed at the hot water tap, easing the temperature up a few more degrees. The tiny waterfall from the faucet created tiny bubbles that crawled up the length of her leg, and the sensation made her smile. Her cheeks felt stiff, protesting the action. It had been too long since she had smiled. Her job was slowly sucking all the enjoyment from her life and my face she thought, smiling, again, to herself coaxing and prodding her muscles back to life.
She let herself slip back under the water, letting the bubbles tiptoe their way over her hips and up her sides, easing her tension away.
nt - 5/21/10
Notes: Can you tell that I am in dire need of a bath?