Bath Time

I submerge
in the heated pool
at the center of the room,

my skin
tingles at the intense heat
as I slip in up to my face,

I sigh
my glasses fog up and
contentedness drifts over me,

the bathhouse
smells like herbs and the ocean
and I become a mermaid

soaking
the stresses of my adult life
in childish memories.

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