Let's shampoo in this sink, I said.
After napping on a gracious bed
(used the comforter as a spread —
left the room wearing not a thread).
We entered a bath where stress was shed.
The space was hewn gray stone, wood red:
Wabi-sabi imperfection purebred.
When shadows nudged light fled —
Then shadows on stillness fed.
Written for Friday Flash 55 - My post in exactly 55 words - for the G-Man.