You know what I want? A bath. A bath where I can stretch out my legs as much as I can and still have room. A bather where the tub is so deep it actually covers me up to my shoulders. A bath with just the right amount of bubbles. I want a bath that makes me feel like a queen mermaid president.
There must be quite a few things a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them. Whenever I’m sad I’m going to die, or so nervous I can’t sleep, or in love with someone I won’t be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: ‘I’ll go take a hot bath.’