Laying flat on my back, in the pitch black, ear plugs in, floating weightlessly in a pool of super salty water, I’m suddenly struck with a wave of panic as I bump up against a wall. Where am I? Which way am I turned? And more importantly, where is the door to get out here?
oh my gosh yes. I just made the switch back to Tide. My next step is going to be baking everything that smells like Christmas. Good call on the sensory deprivation solution of pampering our noses!
