Nena sat in her large bathtub that was brimming with thick, creamy bubbles. The window was open, and it would blow stray suds over the edge, and they would become airborne. The air was full of a myriad sparkling army of spheres that danced and popped happily in the rays of sun peeking through the panes of dirty glass.

Nena made funny faces, sticking out her tongue, and manipulating her lips so she could laugh at her distorted reflections in the bubbles. She thought over her day, about its dullness, its routine and she wanted nothing more than to dissolve into her bubble bath. The phone rang, it was useless, she was not getting out of the tub…if the call was important…well…screw it.

She let the machine pick it up and relaxed once more into the hot water. She began to drift off into a light nap before the phone rang again…and again.

She swore she was going to keep the phone unplugged from now on.