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delirium

for the longest time this morning, while I was soaking in the tub, I thought I was at my great grandma's house, in N Hollywood.

She had the coolest tub in her house (a turn of the century mission-revival with built in china cabinets, a stucco outside, a 57 chevy mouldering in the shack in the back) It was white porcelain, with white tile backsplash, a built in vintage soap holder and little hexagonal tiles on the floor. Above the tub was a window, with gauzy curtains that opened to a riot of overgrown greenery in the back. I thought my mom was in the hall getting a towel.