As I lower myself into the bath I can tell I’ve run it too hot again. I don’t stop though, the heat is abrasive against the tender parts of my body but even as my skin turns red I realise that it’s too late to back out now.
Half an hour passes and it’s starting to get cold. The bottle of wine I left on the side is empty and there are goosebumps forming inside my thighs. I’m clean now, but the water I lie in isn’t.
Those are the parts I like. In between I’m left with my thoughts but devoid of distractions. The bottle helped but it’s empty now. So I get out. I dry myself and look down at the water before I pull the plug. I can only hope this time I stay clean.
Recovering 