Sanctuary
Sanctuary
Many people say the bathroom is there happy place, and I would agree with them to some degree. My happy place, or as I call it sanctuary, exists within the bathroom. It is the large, egg shell white colored, iron claw foot tub. This luxurious heaven, wrapped in cool porcelain, is the one place in my residence that melts all my stress away when I am in it. A long soak in the bathtub, is what I believe to be a cure for almost anything. It is the first place I run to when I want to close myself off from the world.
While resting in its warm, soothing waters I instantly feel at peace. The room is dimly lit, with the flickering of the candles, which seem to represent shadow dancers on the walls. As the tepid water envelops my skin, I feel a slight slumber fall upon me. I elongate myself in the tub and the aroma has transported me to being in a field of lavender. At this point all the days’ worries have been swept away and I am floating on a cloud of comfort, never wanting to return. While on my cloud of no worries, in the background, I can hear the hum of mellow music.
The melodic tone of the music brings me slightly back to reality, however I am still in a trance of pleasure. Taking in the romantic ambiance of the candles, the velvety warmth of the water and the ease at which my body feels. At times there can be the annoyance of the neighbor’s dog yapping or the blaring horns of cars stuck in traffic, but I never let that disturb me for long. I just lay back and listen to the crackling of the candles flames as if someone was snapping a twig. All the noises I hear in the bathtub, besides the yapping dog and occasional horn, contribute to my serine surroundings.
As my eyes are closed and I hang onto every note in the song playing, I begin to smell the freshness of the floral bath salts. The perfumed water is now like silk on my delicate flesh. The smell of vanilla is present from the candles lit around the bathroom. Infused
Many people say the bathroom is there happy place, and I would agree with them to some degree. My happy place, or as I call it sanctuary, exists within the bathroom. It is the large, egg shell white colored, iron claw foot tub. This luxurious heaven, wrapped in cool porcelain, is the one place in my residence that melts all my stress away when I am in it. A long soak in the bathtub, is what I believe to be a cure for almost anything. It is the first place I run to when I want to close myself off from the world.
While resting in its warm, soothing waters I instantly feel at peace. The room is dimly lit, with the flickering of the candles, which seem to represent shadow dancers on the walls. As the tepid water envelops my skin, I feel a slight slumber fall upon me. I elongate myself in the tub and the aroma has transported me to being in a field of lavender. At this point all the days’ worries have been swept away and I am floating on a cloud of comfort, never wanting to return. While on my cloud of no worries, in the background, I can hear the hum of mellow music.
The melodic tone of the music brings me slightly back to reality, however I am still in a trance of pleasure. Taking in the romantic ambiance of the candles, the velvety warmth of the water and the ease at which my body feels. At times there can be the annoyance of the neighbor’s dog yapping or the blaring horns of cars stuck in traffic, but I never let that disturb me for long. I just lay back and listen to the crackling of the candles flames as if someone was snapping a twig. All the noises I hear in the bathtub, besides the yapping dog and occasional horn, contribute to my serine surroundings.
As my eyes are closed and I hang onto every note in the song playing, I begin to smell the freshness of the floral bath salts. The perfumed water is now like silk on my delicate flesh. The smell of vanilla is present from the candles lit around the bathroom. Infused