Ahhh…ahhhhhhhhh hhh hhh hhh man, that feels good.
I mean, most mornings are the shower. That feels good, too, but not as much. Every now and then I just need to switch it up. The bath gets deep into those muscles and says “warm” and they echo back “ooh, yes please, more thank you”.
If someone could capture and bottle that feeling. When your whole body is sending peace messages of clean and warm and happy. Even the tired and abused feet seem pretty happy, for once.
Imagine how easy it would be to get through an eight-hour day, if you could get a once-an-hour recharge like that?
Stress? What’s that?
It does drain you, a little. Body wants to sit here and enjoy the warm for a little while longer, rather than fetching breakfast right now. Guess that could be a little counter-productivity.
Peaceeeeee. Sleep would be so easy, too.
No no bad dog. Breakfast, work, responsibility. Or no biscuit.
Oh, all right. Damn you conscience. You’ll pay for this.
ParkInkSpot 