A hot bubble bath full of luxurious bath things. I want, like, the fizzy bath bombs with the glitter in them, those little pastel-colored seashell soaps that are never used, a perfumed sachet, candles, a rubber duckie, and maybe my cat nearby (but not in splashing distance) for moral support. My goal is to almost fall asleep in there, but be just awake enough to not drown.
A friend and I were talking about how we never live places with bathtubs. Both of our apartments have shower stalls only. She lives in Brooklyn, I live in DC, and we both pay a princely sum to live in these tiny little shoebox places. She said, “what the fuck is this, the YMCA?”