Sylvia stood under the Dream Spa Handheld Shower Head and closed her eyes. It was the morning and there was Cuban jazz on the radio.

Twenty years ago the idea of “Cuban jazz on the radio” would have been the punch line to an ironic joke over a 4 AM taco. Today, of course, she found it soothing and it went well with the rhythm of the Dream Spa Handheld Shower Head’s spray. The bathroom window was open and Sylvia could hear the traffic from the street and with the jazz and the five different spray settings… well, it was hard to describe exactly how she felt about things, but if she was forced, she would call it very… connected?

No, that wasn’t it. She was relaxed, but not so relaxed that she’d fall asleep. She pulled on the stainless steel hose as she took a little tour of the shower, turning her body with her eyes closed. Good Lord, she felt like a tourist! That was it. Today was a vacation to a strange new place, with strange music and strange traffic and a strange shower that tapped a new beat down her back. This wasn’t her apartment, this was a four-star hotel! And in a moment she would walk down to the beach and spend the day on a lounge chair and the night wearing silk beside a younger man who didn’t bother hiding the ring-shaped suntan on his finger.

And there, Sylvia opened her eyes, seeing her own, familiar, maturing face in the foggy mirror. Sunday jazz on the radio, she thought, setting the Dream Spa Handheld Shower Head back on its low-reach mounting bracket. And you once were front row for Jane’s Addiction.

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