Ezra
I let the cold water run on my fingers as I sat by the bath with my forearms resting on the rim of the Victorian style bath with black chrome legs. It seemed I had missed my shot at getting warm water by staying behind to talk to Frankie.
As if my day could not get any worse.
I rested my forehead on the rim off the bath before I peeled my body off the floor and went to the backdoor of the small cottage. At its small overgrown yard was a small little barn stacked with wood, I grabbed a few before I went back into the house.
After filling the wood burning stove with wood at the bottom and lighting it, I took the large steel pot and filled it up with water from the sink then placed it down on one of the plates. It took a few minutes for the water to boil before I could pour it into a bucket to transport it back to the bathroom. I repeated the action six times until the bath was decently full and I balanced the temperate by pouring cold water.
