Existential Bathing
By Fewthistle

Author's Note: Written for the Coping Challenge at the Thursdays100 LiveJournal community.

The muted click of the latch closed out the world. Serena let her robe slide to the floor. Naked, she stepped into the deep porcelain cocoon, feeling the slip of silken water flow over and around her, until she was enveloped in pillowy bubbles that covered her like an undulating blanket of water and air.

Thick steam formed misty, ethereal companions that swayed silently in the candlelight. Green tea and citrus caressed her senses. Closing her eyes, she leaned back, a stray tendril of blonde hair clinging damply to her forehead. The fight with Jack, the dire repercussions of her actions ceased to be. There was just now. No job. No tomorrow. Nothing.

Just this. And this was good.