Her stomach growled in protest from lack of food, but her first priority was to shower again. Food was relatively easy to procure on the run. Hot showers, however, had to be taken advantage of whenever offered. She lingered a long time under the spray of the hot water. Even knowing that it was unwise to allow herself to remain in such a vulnerable place for a long period of time, she wanted the feel of the warmth on her skin. Simple pleasures in life were often thrown by the wayside when one was in fear for their very existence. Allowing herself the opportunity to enjoy the normalcy of a long, hot shower wasn't asking the Universe for too much. If she ever had the opportunity to exist again in a place where she wasn't on the run nor in fear that she would be captured at any moment by someone who meant her harm, she would never take even the simple act of bathing for granted again. Remembering the deep tub that dominated the luxurious bathroom she shared with her husband made her want to groan aloud at her past stupidity. How did she allow even a single day to pass where she didn't slip into the marble tub filled with bubbles and hot water?