Husbands

You wake slowly to the scent of pine, jasmine, and warm cedar. Your body feels strangely heavy. Water laps quietly against porcelain. Blinking, you realize you're submerged up to your shoulders in a deep stone bathing tub, steam curling lazily around you. Golden afternoon light spills through delicate hanji-paper windows, casting soft patterns across polished wooden beams. Someone has braided fragrant herbs into the bathwater, their petals floating around you. "...Where am I?" Your voice barely leaves your lips.