Bubble Bath

She lay there in the tub of warm water and bubbles and imagined things.

She liked to turn over on her belly and submerge her head under the water and pretend she was a spy on a secret mission for the CIA. Her team members had all been taken out by the opposing ganglords of Tanzania. She had said a quick prayer for them but had no time to salvage their bloody bodies. She had to let them flow down the Zambezi for heaven to take their souls and the crocodiles to take their flesh. She was on a mission that must be completed or the very sancitity of the world would be at risk. She was now wading in a swamp headed towards the headquarters of the dreaded Tanzanian Syndicate. She scoffed at the eels that slithered against her skin. Though she was alone, she knew no fear. She was on a mission to find out the secret plans and nothing was going to get in her way.

She gasped for air and lifted her head up. She opened her eyes and the bubbles ran down her face.

She liked to pick up a cloud of bubbles and bury her face in it. It felt like swimming in a pond of fairies and pixies. Their silvery rainbow wings brushing against her cheeks. She was the ancient Elven princess who was being given a festival by her followers. The land of the fairies and pixies were honoring her for her extraordinary powers. They had enjoyed 1000 years of peace in their lands and the surrounding sanctuaries. They danced with leaves in their hair and dreams in their hearts. She felt the sheer happiness surrounding her and for a moment she almost felt like she was suffocating from so much love.

She let a snake of bubbles run down her calf.

It looked like melting marshmallows. She imagined that this is what it was like to be in a cup of hot chocolate. Wading in complete and utter warmth. The steamy goodness curly-cueing around her with an aromatic scent of pleasure. It penetrated her soul and she wished she were hot chocolate flowing through the body of a cold-blooded mortal being the object of warmth that brought so much comfort to his long day of cold icy snow. The melted marshmallows sticky on her skin was always her favorite part.

It was time to get out now. The water was getting cold.

As the water drained away, she lay still on her back. Still as a corpse. The air kissing her wet skin made her shiver and goosebumps appeared on her arms and legs. As if she were a long forgotten memory of someone's past crime now resurfacing after the police got a tip to dredge the lake. The water slowly being sucked away revealed the naked wet body of her. The cops were dumbfounded and weren't sure whether or not they would be able to figure anything out at the autopsy. But though her lips were blue and her limbs frozen, her eyes cried out, "Listen to me....hear my secrets."