The bathroom is like an ancient temple hidden in the jungle. The stall, a smooth rock slab to sit on and meditate.
The bathroom is like a muggy night. The motion-sensing paper towel dispenser, a mosquito that follows your every move as soon as you poke your head out of the tent.
The bathroom is like a childhood memory of a summer afternoon. The sink, a cool stream that bathes your sweaty face.
The bathroom is like the week before classes begin in August. The flushing of the toilet, the excitement of a new start combined with the apprehension of the impending homework and exams.
The bathroom is like… a bathroom. The door, an escape into another dimension.