Tub Time

"Please, no more," I thought, biting down on my tongue. I sat as still as I could, which meant curling my legs around the posts of the chair, sitting on my hands, and tucking my chin into my chest. I was twenty-three years old and shaking apart after making it through two days and two nights without a drink. "Just a little more," my sponsor insisted, and she shoved another mug filled with hot herbal tea under my nose.