I placed the stopper in the bath tub, turned the “cold” faucet on, and adjusted the temperature using the hot water. Removing the lid from a new bottle of bubble bath, I sniffed the lavender fragrance before I poured a generous amount into the bath tub where the water splashed onto the old water-stained porcelain.
“Oh, bother,” I said with a sigh. “I’ve left my bathrobe in the bedroom.” I turned the portable CD player on with the volume low and headed to the bedroom, leaving the water to fill the bath.
On my return I lit some candles and switched the light off before I undressed and climbed in. I turned the faucets off and eased into the bubbles. It was then that I noticed a brown blob at the end of the tub. It was just below the surface of the froth. mmmm…It must be a gap in the bubbles, I thought, or a shadow. The light was dim and the silhouette of the flames flickered across the white foam. The music continued softly. I leaned back and played with the brown blob with my big toe until it disappeared below the surface. I let my head tilt back and rested against the tub. I closed my eyes. “aahhh…this is the life,” I sighed. I hummed along to the CD. Soothing harp music danced to the rhythm of waves splashing gently to the shore.
About fifteen minutes later there was a gentle knock on the door. The handle turned and the door open a little.
“Are you going to be in there all night?” my husband asked.
I opened my eyes. Only his nose and chin jutted through a small crack of an opening.
“No, I guess not,” I replied with a yawn. “I’ll shrivel up if I stay too long.” It was then I noticed the brown blob again in the bubbles; this time it was near my knee. “What’s that?” I asked.
Norm came in and looked into the bubbles at where I pointed, but the brown blob had sunk with the movement of the water. “I don’t know,” he said, flicking the bubbles about with the tip of his fingers. “It could be the spare stopper,” he added and wiped his hand on his shirt.
I shrugged. “I don’t think the stopper is light enough to float,” I replied, but he had already left and closed the door.
A few minutes later I felt something touch my thigh. “Huh!” I put my hand into the water and pulled out my green hair-clip. I sighed with relief and put my head back against the tub to float away on the music that always calmed.
When the water began to cool, I pushed myself upright and felt around between my feet for the stopper and release the soapy water. With muscles relaxed and skin wrinkled, I stepped out onto the floor mat and reached for the towel. I switched the light on and began to dry off. I turned to face the bath tub as the last of the water gurgled through the drain hole. It was then I noticed that I wasn’t the only creature getting all soapy and soft. “Yikes!”
There on the top of the drain hole was a soggy and lifeless brown wolf spider.
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