A distorted ceiling as she lay within the bath water, holding her breath. Allowing all her darkest thoughts to wash over her until she can’t hold her breath any longer.

She emerges with a gasp as she coughs up the water, after catching her breath she pulls herself out. Water dripping down her naked body, puddling on the bath mat, soaking in and squelching under her feet.

She pats herself dry before wrapping the towel around herself and opening the bathroom door, her wet hair clinging to her neck and shoulders.

She makes her way downstairs and into the Kitchen where she proceeds to open the fridge and eyes the cake sitting there glaring at her.

She pulls off the small bride and groom and drags the cake out of the fridge before plonking it down on the table and proceeding to dig her hands in pulling out clumps of cake and frosting. Laughing hysterically as she throws it to the floor. Covering herself in its residue and dirtying her once clean white towel.