#167

the morning was warm as usual. she slipped out of bed, showered in lukewarm water with white scentless soap. dutifully, she poured a bit of the bottle of lavendar bodywashe her new husband bought her down the drain. he would hold her that night, she would feel his hands laying gently on her hips, and he would say how nice she smelled. he would say that he loved her. taking his hand in hers, she would roll to face him, kiss him but say nothing, and feel guilt that she could not be so honest.