The itsy bitsy spider🐜 went up the water spout⬆🚿 down came the rain☁💧☔ and washed the spider out🌊, out came the sun🌞🌅 and dried up all the rain🌈 and the itsy bitsy spider realized💭 that jet fuel can't melt steel beams✈🚫🌇
Pushing back from her desk with a sigh, Allison arched her back and felt a few pops as muscles and tendons stretched. Paperwork never got more fun, no matter how many years she’d been doing it for. And with Lydia as stressed as she had been over the past few days, the tension just seemed to be building in the suite. But the idea of swimming was a good one. Getting out of the suite, away from the need to do anything but float - hopefully it might help ease some of the other things that were happening. Standing up, she found her way over to the dresser and dug out the bikini in question, lying it on the bed.
As she waited for Lydia to join her, she laid down herself and watched her wife. The way she carried her shoulders, the little lines on her forehead - there was no missing the stress. And while Allison would do all that she could to make it go away, some of those stresses weren’t so easy to get rid of. All the same, she’d try. That was her job.