Mind-of-Piao

It was good to be home again, where the walls were painted a pleasant light orange and it felt like I belonged again. I walked around in the apartment enjoying the soft music floating from the stereo and the sizzling of the hot water filling the tub. I checked that all the windows were closed and the doors were locked and I then let my towel slip onto the bathroom floor and hoisted my body into the now full bathtub. I sat there feeling the water surrounding me, making me weightless, when I heard the door open, and my mother's voice greeted me through the bathroom door. I felt a vague chill down my neck but figured it was a draft from the open