prompt: something you do often
Just a flick of the wrist and warm steaming liquid sluices down over my hands and wrists into the stainless steel compartment below.
The bubbles escape, floating tantalizingly in the air, slowly dancing higher and higher until noiselessly they just eviscerate.
The aroma of tomato sauce lingers nearby as used dishes plunge into the sudsy water awaiting their cleansing.
My fingers dip down into the tepid bath scrubbing, scraping removing all traces of debris.
The bubbles crinkle together in protest as they are sloshed around the sink and then rinsed away. The dishes gleam in newly resplendant cleanliness and are are left to drip dry, awaiting their next adventure.
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