'...Even I can't sit there in the bubbles with my bra on...'

I sat there in the bubbles with my bra on.

Came a time when I sank down into the water, and it was all easier. The bra could be dispensed with, and I began to feel what I already knew, that the water wouldn't hurt, that this was the magical comforter, the caress that doesn't entail being touched. This morning I had trepidations about having a shower, as though falling liquid would somehow pummel my skin too hard but... anyway, I had the shower, it was all fine.

Isn't it strange, how a thing you know is irrational rubbish can just lodge in your head? I am a bit swoony even yet. What a lightweight.