Every time I step out of a hot shower on a winter day.
It takes herculean effort to turn off the tap and open the shower doors.
I fight it, oh do I fight it.
I will wash three times and justify missing a mm of space, in order to stay in that shower.
I don’t want to go out there…. It’s cold out there.
It’s so warm and wonderful in here.
I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again; if I could wear warm running water as clothing I would.
Obviously I would turn into a living prune and then all my skin would come off. I mean if running water can create The Grand Canyon, well, I’m simply not as durable as metasedimentary rock…….
( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geology_of_the_Grand_Canyon_area just in case you wanted to check out how durable I’m not)
I can dream.
Dream of a way to never leave the decadence of a toasty warm shower.
Dream of a way to feel the sensational delight without ever having to leave it.
Yep, I deserve a medal.
Someone should get me a medal.