The hallway leading to the room is lined with stained glass. It's an abstract pattern, and the side of me that likes to get to the bottom of everything finds their connection. There are purples, greens, blues and reds. But the connection is not in their similarities. It comes when they break ranks, in contradiction. And I, who at this point have nothing else to do, form an image of a large bird in flight. Before it swoops down, Mag leads me through a door flanked on either side by purple orchids cascading to the floor. They welcome me with their perfume.
When we enter the room, I am immediately drawn to a small pool against the far wall. It has an arch of slate that separates the room into two, and its water is reflected above. Oh, my God! Is all this for me? Hazel, I love you! And when Mag actually says I have to strip and soak in it for fifteen minutes, I feel as though I want to hug her to death. But the real trip to heaven was sinking into its honey infused water. Twenty-two never felt so good. Yes! Today's really my birthday. This feels so damn good. Compliments of my good friend, Hazel-the-Angel, my Rubrum. She always comes through for me. I bow my head in reverence.
"Hazel, my angel," I mutter before going under. "Thank you."
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