("You rule with your heart and not your head.")
She sank slowly into the fragrant foam of her nightly bath and heard the soft crunch in her ears as her hair touched the cushion the bubbles formed. The foam rose as she sank, lower and lower, bubbles rising all around her. And still, the water streamed from the faucet, the bath threatening to overflow at any minute.
She turned the faucet hotter. A bath had to first burn in order to finally soothe. How she needed this bath and yet, the anger she felt was not quelled. Numb with rage, she succumbed to her inertia. The hot stinging bath was no match for her burning anger. Paralysis overtook her, sent her reeling down deeper until she was completely immersed in rage, as her body, in the hot water. She sank deeper, so deeply, until she could not see straight at all.
She stood from her bath, unable to breathe. She grabbed the plug from the water and before the tub could completely drain, she turned on cold water from the shower and gasped.
Stepping out of the ankle deep murky water onto a warm dry towel, she opened her eyes; still steaming from the cruel blow dealt her at work.
She was going out tonight.
