The children struggle to swim in the tub as their giant mom's movements creates massive waves of bathwater. All three of them are submerged under water, waiting for the surface to become calm so they can swim back up. It is an eerie similarity to shipwrecked sailors on the day of a raging storm.
Not too far from the scene of this aquatic hurricane, they see the bronze landscape that is their mother's torso.
Her hands are on her tummy and her mammoth legs suddenly lift past the children as she props her feet on the edge of the bathtub.
Not being able to hold their breaths any longer, Mike, Ben, and Sara bobble to the now still waters of this miniature ocean. To their surprise, they are caught in thick pink foam and their nostrils are filled with the sweet odor of passionberry.
Ben is able to spot two tower-like incense candles by the tub. Looks like they're joining their mom for her weekly bubblebath.
They frantically dogpaddle past the foam and they arrive at two bronze peaks. The mother's chest slowly heaves and she contently sighs. Her eyes are closed and a pleasant smile is on her face.
"What do we do?" Mike says as he sputters out water.
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