A Proper Soak

I shoved past the bathroom door and found a shallow plastic basin sitting right on the vanity counter. Someone had left a puddle of warm water pooling at the bottom. No waiting around. I nudged my beak against the rim, hopped over the edge, and sank down until the warmth soaked clean through my belly. Quiet, empty, and nobody around to get on my nerves. If someone tries to kick me out before I'm done soaking, they're going to regret it.