People sit at the bar. They drink, laugh, flirt, manage to forget their gnawing shortages. And we have to provide them with escapism. The ultimate escape from this gray gray belonging to the morning. And only here, in the bathtub, the pause is True. There are no more people to care for. There's only us. Quiet. We dove into the water. Melted into a comforting uterus

that does not demand anything. Just giving.