While cleaning the floor on a midsummer’s day afternoon, I fell into my soap bottle. It was an eccentric place, where time froze on the outside. The bubbles acted like crystal balls, showing me my future and past in the same view. The scent of lemon zest and coconut pulp oil was quite intoxicating, almost hypnotic. I felt I was under a think fog of relaxation while I was in this sudsy soap bottle. Then, someone came by and knocked the bottle over on its side. All of its mystical cleansing contents were spilled all over the floor, I along with them. Time was then back at its normal mundane pace. I wanted back into that magic soap bottle, but knew somehow knew, that a place like that would be forbidden to mankind for the rest of eternity.