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The water hangs like weights from my hair. I know it’s early but alone time is like gold. Today I sacrifice sleep for time. I set “The Secret Life Of Bees” down and sink into the water. I love how it surrounds me, my cocoon. The water runs creating necessary white noise for a drifting mind. I try to piece together my dreams from the night but it makes no sense, they never do. I wonder why I looked at the clock five times last night. After three I started counting, making it worse. I go over in my head what to tell the counselor about today. I wonder what he’ll look like and if there’ll be the cliché leather couch, a couch would be nice. I’ll tell him about the occasional anxiety attack when I can’t control the situation. I’ll talk to him about my evil mother in law who just trapped us into visiting in May. Hell, that’s five months away but she has to “know right away so she can order the tickets.” I can’t plan that far in advance and I hate when someone asks me to. I stick my toe into the waterspout while admiring my green and red Christmas nail polish. I sink further down to warm myself in the steaming water and masturbate. It’s like a deep breath, leaving me energized and relaxed. I put my robe on and step out of the tub. I can do this.
