Warm baths and quiet nights

And so I stuck my fingers betwixt my eyes, in the area where the nose’s bridge ends and the eye begins. The pitter patter of the shower as it hit my skin lulled me to a familiar feeling of solitude, and presence within the mind. The water jumped from my vessel every which way as I rubbed the droplets out of my eyes. My body sagged with comfortable tiredness, as the water slowly rose in the tub, blanketing me as it went.