A person is laying in their tub, all their clothes are on, and they're surrounded by books all related to the topic of soccer players, and soccer history. The bathtub is actually empty spare a few pillows and blankets. The person's arm dangles on the side of the tub as a white sunlight streams through the high window of the bathroom and gives the room a clear complexion.
"Ugh, if I don't get to play soccer anytime soon, I'm just going to keel over and die," They sigh, the other person sitting in the room raises their eyebrow not sure if the statemen is a complaint or whine.Perhaps it's both?
"Go play outside then." The other person states casually, seating themselves on the other side of the tub.
The two people meet eyes before the person who entered the tub surrenders and shrugs their shoulders.
"Don't you feel a bit dragged down by the things you have to do?" Asks person two.
Person one shakes their head.
"Now why would that be? If I have to get it done, I will."
Person two smiles and nods at their friend's answer. The two simply watych each other, and read, and talk in that small bathroom. A small bathroom overfilling by the not water, but thought.
