I was lying down on my stomach with a wet crocheted washcloth that I folded four times to be very thick sitting on part of my upper back. I had soaked it in hot Epsom salt water with peppermint. And I would press on it and think about how nice it would be to have one of those big black stones that they use in massage sitting on top of it. And then this image came to me of a woman who might be a little bit older than me, with shorter hair and darker skin. And she was in some kind of setting that was like, I don't know. Maybe a church basement or some kind of common area, and she said to me, "You didn't finish!"
Sometimes it's hard to leave the house. Which is actually an apartment. But it feels like a house! A littler one. Not a tiny house though.
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