The water flowed from the spout crashing into the tub. Goosebumps danced on my skin in anticipation of dipping into a hot bath, liberating me from the pain of arthritis. A light mist drifted over the mirrors creating a pleasant haze with a sweet scent and a warming ambience. I lowered my body into the hot liquid; tepid waters surged over my skin, leeching warmth into my cold joints, thrusting the stream of blood through my thin veins, loosening rigid muscles that, until this moment, were frozen in time like the mummies of Egypt.
Like a spell lifted, my joints returned to vivacity within the tomb of their frigid walls, bursting forth with a new life, overcoming the damp mornings that threatened to subdue their restless energy and keep them forever sealed to their frozen fate.
I basked in the swish of soft splashes against white porcelain, feeling nothing but comfort, enfolding me with the sweet smell of sea salt clinging in the humid air. The steam swirled about and covered my skin with a thin sheet of moisture, cleansing my pores and appeasing the pain within.
The soothing liquid set my soul adrift beneath blue skies and palm trees, and for a blip in time, my body was young and strong; the old lady drifted away and vanished in the mist, and I belonged only to myself, until the waters cooled and swirled into the drain, leaving behind a body refreshed and limber joints ready to face the day.