Write about bathing...
(Set a Timer for 15 minutes, and write non-stop.)
Rub a dub, dub, 3 men in a tub...just not MINE!
SCRAM! Get yer own damn bathtub, dudes!
Now, where was I?
Oh, yeah...bathing. :-D
I'm 5'10", & haven't taken a bath since my college days, except for the time after my broken ankle, last year.
Had to switch to showering because it wasn't as comfy to stretch out in the tub, anymore, for a good soak, and an hour, alone, with a good book, or the latest issue of my favorite magazine. :-D
From the time I was around 12 years old, reading in the tub was a favorite pasttime.
It began when I Drew my bath, hopped in, & invited Nancy, Bess, & George to join me for a, um, soak... Ned Nickerson, and his pals, could kiss my ass!
Getting myself clean took 2nd place in my "To Do List", at Bath Time, hee, hee! :-D
Sadly, the Good Times had to end when I got too big for the tub.
Thye probably make bigger tubs, these days, big enough to accomodate 7 ft. tall basketball players, but I'll never see one. :-D
I learned pretty quickly that reading, while standing in the shower is just not the same relaxing experience as doing so in the tub, so gave up, surrendering to the purpose showers were intended.
My life was changed forever...
Oh, woe is me...
NOTE: Prompt taken from A Writer's Book of Days (Original Ed.) by Judy Reeves.
If you attempt the prompt on your own blog leave a link in the comments. :-D