Chapter 3: Rising Action
The soft light of the bathroom bathed Sarah's skin in a warm, inviting glow as she stepped out of her work clothes, leaving them in a crumpled heap on the cool tile floor. She sighed, her shoulders slumping as the tension of the day began to ebb away. The room was filled with the rich scent of her favorite vanilla and honey body wash, a small indulgence that always marked the end of her day and the beginning of her personal time.
She turned on the faucet, letting the water heat up as she rummaged through her bathroom cabinet for her favorite loofah and a generous dollop of the floral-scented liquid soap.