I'm sorry for vanishing––I was getting out of the tub. Did you know that this center not only provides bathing suits, but pajamas too? And they're the softest things I've ever worn. Crisp white, silky and plush at the same time. I'm thinking about stealing a pair and bringing them back to London with me.
London.
Right.
This might sound odd, but I keep forgetting that I'm coming back at the end of the week. It's only been three days here, I know, but it may as well have been an eternity and a half with all the growth I've made. The idea of returning to the bustle of normal life makes me feel weird inside. What am I going to do without a bathtub and salts? Without a chemical free swimming pool to do laps in? Without a meditation session every night to calm my nerves before I go to sleep? I've had these things in my life for such a short time, but I can't imagine how I ever coped without them.
All I can say is that with each passing hour, I'm starting to understand more and more why Tim's aunt extended her stay.
I might have to do the same.
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Not Too Well
Science FictionDesperate for a break from her demanding job, Lilith is convinced to check into the Wellness Center for a week. Curious as to how effective the center is, she decides to keep a diary while she's there. As Lilith's week at the Wellness Center draws...
