Thoughts in bubbles

....It's dim and everything is sleepy green. hmmm...smells lightly like grannie smith, except I don't have an apple, it's the candles.. I'm taking a bubble bath, marinating under warm soapy water, listening to Jill Scott, sipping on wine and typing on my laptop. The bathroom door is wide open, the bedroom door and every other door leading to the bathroom except for the entrance into the house. I can hear beyond Jill's sultry voice...nothing. It's blissful!
Everytime I get to do this I find myself walking on cloud nine. I don't even know why I decided to pick up my laptop, but uhm, sometimes you want to express the way you feel, make it tangible. What better way to do that than to write, or type I guess (geez! how technology has spoiled us).

Still marinating...