She rested her hand on her thigh as she bent over the bathtub. With a deft motion of her hands she turned on the tap with one, testing the temperature with the other. Satisfied with its warmth, she reached behind her for the jug of bath gel. She unscrewed the cap, inhaling the softness of sweet pea blossom. The thin liquid languidly poured and spread, rising bubbles in its wake. A layer of white foam crested atop the water. She stepped in, gingerly, then sank to the bottom, bubbles caressing every inch. She emerged sometime later, pajama clad, smiling. Clean.