The day started out like any other. I woke up, showered, and got dressed. I had a busy day ahead, so I grabbed a quick breakfast and headed out the door.
As I walked down the street, I couldn’t help but notice the massage parlor on the corner. I’d never been inside one before, but I’d heard stories. I wondered what it would be like to experience one firsthand.
I shook off the thought and continued on my way. I had more important things to focus on than a massage.
But as the day went on, I couldn’t get the parlor out of my mind. I found myself thinking about what it would be like to feel those skilled hands on my body.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I made my way back to the parlor and walked inside.
The receptionist greeted me with a smile and asked how she could help me. I told her I was there for a massage. She led me back to a private room and instructed me to disrobe and lay on the table.
I did as she said and soon felt the warmth of her hands on my back. She worked out every knot and tension I had. I felt my body relax and my mind drift.
Before long, I was in a state of pure bliss. I didn’t want the massage to ever end. But all good things must come to an end, and soon I was left feeling refreshed and rejuvenated.
I thanked the masseuse and made my way back out into the world. I felt like a new person. And I knew I would be back for more.