Naomi laid comfortably in the tub, the water nice and hot to relax her muscles as rose petals floated on the surface of the water. The sweet scent of lavender coming from the lit candles relaxed her mind as she waved a full rose around the air then waters. “Roses are red…” Naomi whispered as she slides her fingertip on the green stem of the rose.
Suddenly, she flinched, lifting her finger away from the stem, realising there was a thorn on the flower. She stared at her cut finger as drop of blood fell into her hot water, “Roses are red as blood…” She whispered as the cut quickly sealed like there was no cut.
She sighed and threw the rose in the waters as she pushed herself lower into the waters, “what do you want?” She asked herself then shrugged her shoulders. “What a dumb question!” She
