Hot Shower

The tempo of my two feet steadily slow. My heavy legs overburdened from the day by day by day fourteen hour grind. I let the door softly swing open just in case it’s still nap time, because the commotion of ‘Daddy Daddy Daddy’ does not balance well with my brain. Greeted with no to-do list and a kiss, she detects my energy slain. In tandem, we nod. My mind already there, my body ensued The red knob twisted fully. I stand patiently letting the cascade brew until my groggy reflection hazes over. Steadily I remove the thick chicken plant jacket stained and reeking from within. Inside, the head spews constantly I enter, finally, only to begin the revitalization that my mind and body longs for. Nothing is relevant but me, hot water, and the soaps. Sitting, hunching under the warm massager water strolls off my back’s slope. I stare at the diamond gripped white bottom exhausted with elbows on knees as the grime drains from the tips of my hair. Allergy ridden, my nose inhales the effervescing steam of the warm air. The pressure that squeezes my temples is temporarily dismissed. I feel alive again. The heated relief continues on, sweeping the aches of my muscles down the drain. The soap is lathered quite heavily as is the sea-breezed shampoo. Only the smell of ocean will follow me to bed. Lethargically awaiting the temperature change atop my head. This is my signal for overstaying my welcome The dreadful goodbye has befell on me Knob goes off as towel comes on The water drops cease. The relief is dried from my skin as I step into the cold breeze of reality.