Iridian
Before I had the chance to work up the courage, I noticed thick steam trailing from the bathroom.
The swimming pool that posed as a bathtub was full, with hearty curls of steam dancing from the top of the still water. The pale tile was warm against my feet, and as I let out a loud yawn, I decided a hot bath wasn’t the worst idea. Sending a silent ‘thank you’ to Leslie, I slipped out of my clothes and into the solace of searing hot water.
The bathtub—pool was shaped so that one half was shallow, and the other deep. In the shallow end were half submerged chairs built into the foundation of the pool. The waterproof cushions had been heated from the water and felt like warm coals against the ten
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