Fog Of Solace

My two readers might already know this but I will live with two men  (NO, not that way. Get your mind out of the gutter. Geez). The testosterone has a tendency to choke me at times. Sometimes I need to relax. One of the ways I do that is escaping to the Wal-mart (ooh shiny) or by taking a shower.

I close and lock the door, turn on the water, and let the steam envelope me into a fog of solace. My tense muscles relax, my muddled mind goes blank. Ahhhh bliss.


"HEY! Can you open the door. I gotta go."


The fog breaks. I am brought back to reality by an overactive bladder.


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