I sat in the tub, soaking. The smell of smoke permeating the air, radiating from my hair and crumpled clothing. And I read. World disappearing, until, water too cold, I nudge the faucet with my foot, making steam rise as water hits water. Relax. Surrender completely to the words. To the story washing over me as the water does. Slowly returning — normalcy.
You write so amazingly.