"The Clawfoot Tub" John Carroll Doyle
I have a lot of history with clawfoot tubs, and I miss the experience of one. I used to have a postcard on the wall over my desk, many moons ago, with a parrot on its back in a soap dish shaped like a clawfoot tub. The caption on it said "Calgon, take me away."
Floating in your own private and safe ocean, the warmth and weightlessness surrounding you and invading every inch of your skin... it is temporal bliss, a place where you are a deity, a potentate, a liquid creature for a while, letting go of all the things that anchored you.
For a while, in the slippery enamel walls of an iron womb, there is nothing but this, and your breath.