lennonalive

love is showers on friday nights

the warm water is kissing and enveloping me - and i'd say it's everything in that moment. i guess on fridays, the days of missing sertraline, the clustered mascara - it's all washed from me. the week and the askings of the week are gone, even if for only a moment. everything on my mind, every wrinkle in the brain is steamed away by the 120 degree pellets of shower water on my neck. im curled up on the porcelain floor, obviously. my forehead is resting between my knees and my chest is cushioned and damp against my thighs. im awake but resting and i'm slumped lazily. i'm not even showering anymore. i've already washed. i've primped and scrubbed and shaved away all the filth. but now, i'm just sitting quietly on the floor of the tub. i'm allowing myself the simple pleasure of feeling the warmth of water run down my back. of wasting water just to feel something. it lets me have that split second of laziness and irresponsibility i look forward to every week. the shower - it doesn't ask of me. it doesnt demand perfection from me or forget to say please and thank you. it just bathes me and runs kind of loudly. it's great. i freaking love my shower. i love it because i don't even realize how tired i am until i get to take that sit-on-the-floor shower on fridays. like hell yeah man. be lazy. just be lazy.

thats all. i just wanted to write about how much i love my end of week shower, if you couldnt tell. lol. every week, i don't stop moving from 6:30 till 11. but on friday, i get to shower long and lazily. i get to update my blog. i get to relax for once. i don't have to think. all i have to do is bathe and sleep and wake up the next day at 2 and then sleep some more. so here it is. a short vignette thingy about how good that feels. i hope all of you guys experience that end-of-week shower feeling one day. it's the freaking best.

ok love you guys

bai