To start of this little book of challenges, we'll take it slow.  

Describe a daily activity without naming it until the last sentence (+/- 10 sentences long)

Dirt. Mud.

I press the black pump down. A rich aroma fills the room. As if I'm standing in a lavender field, hugged by the warm, sweet purple plant.

White mixed with brown. Thousands of little air bubbles that become this soft looking foam.

Once the cool silver handle stands upwards, the cold liquid splashes onto my heat glowing skin, cooling it down to a more bearable temperature. The softest caresses spiraled elegantly along my red burning fingers. It tickles. The liquid glides in gentle strokes down and ... splash. The first drop leaves my skin. It is as if a gentle hand intertwines with mine. 

I rub my hands a few more times, washing them clean.