I fell asleep in the bath tub. It was an accident. I had had a glass of wine after work, and a salad, and not much sleep. The water was so hot, and my shoulders sank into it, into the soapy foamy heat, and I closed my eyes. I dozed off. I woke up with suds in my mouth. I woke up with a stone cold shiver in the goddamn heat. I shook my hair and raised my head higher than before. I am not dying in the fucking bath tub: not by accident, and not without a spectacular scene.
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