Steam Room

I turned the nob to 20 minutes, put on a towel and opened the door. My eyes fell upon the silver faucet-like device which lets out the steam. I noticed as the steam spread to take over the room slowly I started to feel like I was a jew in a gas chamber during ww2. It's always been so beyond my imagination how that could have ever happened... How people thought it was okay to shove groups of naked people into a room and listen to the sounds of them crying for help. Were workers at Nazi concentration traps as screwed up as Adolph? When they went home at night did they cry or ask god for forgiveness? Or is it possible that they actually could believe they were doing something good?

My mind wandered about what it would feel like to be in a gas chamber until I realized, hey, crazy, you're in a steam room. Why I am in here, I'm not sure. I think it's supposed to be good for the skin? Opens up your pores? Beats me. The first time I stepped into one I was freaking out and couldn't take it for more than a minute but today I was enjoying it more. Still not sure of the point of them but I like to play a game called lets see how long I can stay in here. I wondered if someone could die if they got locked in there. Or what if I fell asleep? It was hot and steamy, I was sans clothes, my skin was moist... it felt kind of like I just had great sex, minus the orgasm.

So I still don't fully understand the purpose of the steam room, other than to remind me how long it's been since I've had great sex.