Sometimes I tell myself I’m gonna get in, soap up, rinse, get out, two minutes tops.
Then I’m just standing there in the hot water ten minutes later. Knowing l’ll be late for work if I don’t move. And just standing there, trying to somehow soak up enough heat to internalize the comfort and make it mine.
My skin. Depression sucks.
Sometimes I tell myself I’m gonna get in, soap up, rinse, get out, two minutes tops.
Then I’m just standing there in the hot water ten minutes later. Knowing l’ll be late for work if I don’t move. And just standing there, trying to somehow soak up enough heat to internalize the comfort and make it mine.
But it’s not mine.
My building has unlimited hot water…