Growing up we had the best bathroom ever. Everything in the room was black – the rug, the jacuzzi tub, the walls, the sink, even the towels. Everything except the ceiling. The ceiling was painted bright blue and it had white paint smudged on to look like clouds with glow in the dark stars everywhere. My cousins and I would take baths together, turn off the lights and look at the stars. Sometimes we would pretend we were Santa Claus, making beards out of the bubbles. I miss that bathroom.