Worries

Instead of a shower, I decide to treat myself to a bath.

After all, it has been an extraordinarily long day, and my aching bones need some sort of nourishment- nourishment I decide I can only prerequire from the warm depths of a bubbling bath. Besides that, it has been such a long time since I have indulged myself in such a treat.

So for few minutes, I let myself wallow in the warm water and mull over the day. The fires, the angels, the imminent prophecy that nags at my gut... Though strangely for the most part, my mind is taken up by two rather large, rather distinct features.

Alastor, and Valerian. Or more specifically, how to sort the muddle between those two out. But then I remind myself that I am supposed to be relaxing (mother would never promote such a useless thing), and slip myself under the bubbles once more, letting them engulf me. 

Thinking is such a chore.