Bathroom

I let the warm water glide, punch and trickle down my skin, sending shivers down my spine. One thing about me was that even on a winter morning, I would always only have cold showers.

The water is extra cold tonight, because the rain I had smelled on the wind had just started falling, strafing the roof like pellets. The bathroom window above me was locked, so I reached up and opened it, letting the wind and sprays of the rain enter into the shower house.

I stood for a while, before lathering over and rinsing my body off. I finally patted my body dry with a fresh towel I took off the towel stand, and applied a body night cream I saw sitting in the wall cabinet.

It smelled extra fruity and delicious, and was absorbed easily by my skin, leaving me smelling really great, and my skin feeling very soft and smooth. I wore the nightwear that I had carried along with me to the bathroom, and then I stood at the mirror combing and packing my hair, covering it with the satin bonnet, and I was