No, it had to be done and, with a sigh, I swung my right leg around. I wandered over to the seats, thinking that maybe I could just plop down and wait out the ten minutes lounging around. But I had bigger things to worry about. I felt as though I had never inhabited this skin I was in. The last pile, positioned under my neck, made me gag a little when the crust that had previously held the stench at bay broke right under my nose. He slid open the door and motioned for me to enter.
I imagined it to be a very deep bath of, well, mud.
The Mud Bath
Wasn't supposed to feel calm, clean and reborn? This caught Lance's attention and he gave me a little? What a strange little world I had been thrown into. The attendant told me to hold on to the side of the tub, sit on the edge and pivot myself into the mud. I'm a hyper-clean, easily over-heated, self-conscience young man when all is said and done.