Bar of Soap | Love at First Scrub |

It was another cold, damp night in the city. You got back from your job that you hate very much. Your boss keeps pushing you down so much that you have no choice but to keep working as it helps pay the bills for the house. Walking in through that door into the warm apartment, you toss your bag to the floor and hang up your damp coat. You slowly make your way to the couch and flop face-first onto it. Relief. Relief to be finally be back in the comfort of a castle, your castle, and away from the evil forces that your work has. You lay there with your face still buried into the fluffiness of your couch. You lean back up and exhale. That had become your second language as your tiredness had almost rendered you speechless.

No one at work ever talks to you. You are nothing more than a ghost to them, basically invisible. You had thoughts to use such ability to get back at your boss... but reality sets back into your head as you truly aren't invisible and such action will cost you everything you gotten so far. You get up from the couch and head to the kitchen, opening the fridge and seeing a familiar sight, nothing. Beer usually awaits you after slaving away, but this time, you aren't greeted by your coping tool. You stand up, rubbing your eyes and slamming the fridge door as the apartment almost shakes. The rain hits against your window as you look at your hands... your mind racing of maybe it was time to... finish it all. Is there a point to all of this? Would people even care? You've never been in a relationship before. You bite your lip hard as you go into the bathroom to wash your face.

Once you got into the bathroom and see your face in the mirror, with words flying around in your head. You slowly place your hand on your face to see if you truly are you and if what you are doing really is right. You slam your fist against the mirror, and it cracks. Tears roll down your face as you look back and suddenly see something that catches your eyes. You look at your tub, the shelves that hold many shampoos and other items. And there, you see it. A bar of soap. You look at the soap, your eyes widen as you look at it. You walk up slowly to the tub and reach out toward it. Hesitant, you stop and pull back, but something about it pulls you in. The fresh smell of apples mixed with honey fills your nose. You hold the bar of soap in your hand, feeling the silkiness of the soap in your hand. You smile... in your head you hear the name of: "Soapy"