Bubble bath

Bubble bath by Purpur: prose

When I think about what I like the most, few things come to my mind: reading a good book, drinking good coffee, listening to music and taking a long bubble bath. Yes, a bubble bath. In it, I only do not drink coffee, but I certainly read and listen to music. Triple pleasure. It started when children were young and exhausting and I hadn’t any time for myself at all. Well, taking a bath was a legitimate “alone” time and I used it as often as possible and permissible. Nevertheless, when children grew older, they stopped caring for my bath retreat and just came barging in with their demands, problems, stories, complaints. Luckily, these times are gone and I can enjoy my bath again to my heart’s content. Also, when I feel down, I head straight for the bathroom, light all the lights and open all the faucets. Light, sound of water, green of my bathroom plants – all that makes me infinitely better at once. And then, when I put Fenjal oil bath into the water, I feel whole again. I grant you, Fenjal does not bubble, but its smell is divine and reminds me of my youth and many other wonderful things.

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