Who: James. What: Memory. Where: 501. When: Evening of the post. Warnings: ?
She found herself submerged in the whitewashed womb of her bathroom, tub boiling over with effulgent bubbles and exaggerated limbs. Swathed in sore muscles and a loneliness she couldn't shake. Prying false lashes from her eyes, they rested on the lip of the bathtub like inky spiders. They watched her.
The lights were off, but a candle burned. Just the mirror and some chrome fixtures glinted, everything else pulsing bleak and shadowy. A fawn lick of skin shimmering in the afterglow whenever she moved.
Her body was bent, and the water had long since gone from lukewarm to cold. Sinking lower into bubbles, she ran the arch of her foot across the tap. Hot water clawed loose from pipes and revived her.
James propped her ankles over the edge of the tub, bathwater lapping at closed eyes.