En la tina I

Se sentía como camisa recién lavada y planchada

Baths: a cheap luxury, a weekly vacation. She smelled good, felt renewed, clean, and relaxed. She imagined this is how a freshly laundered and ironed shirt felt. Sitting in this aromatic water was like breathing a safe ocean. An ocean where magically, and slowly, worries drowned voluntarily and disappeared into the underworld down the drain. Thoughts deserted the mind, the body surrendered to warm waves of perfume. A soothing scent that tickled the nose and tricked her into believing the world was full of poetry and beauty. Until she woke up from her dream as the water turned cold.