“It was either this or curling up in bed,” she told him and chewed on her lower lip. “And I’ve already spent too much time in bed lately. I had to do something.” And now she had a new goal to go for… maybe at a slower, more realistic pace than the frantic and manic rush she had gone through since Benji had left on their birthday.
“I’ll try,” she promised him, and as if on cue, her stomach rumbled with hunger she hadn’t acknowledged for a long while. Leaning forward, she used her hands to wash her legs, almost mesmerized by the way the glitter swirled with her every move. “I love the glitter,” she mused and then held up her hands to show her wrinkled fingers. “But it’s time to get up. I think I have a bathrobe somewhere.” At least she knew she had a bathrobe, but where it had ended up, she wasn’t sure. What she did know, was where the shower head was, so she could rinse off the remnants of the bath bomb.