Rough / L.H.

35.Temporary Bliss

Chapter song: The Cab- Temporary Bliss

Beware, bad sexual content ahead.

SOPHIA

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After the sleep over with Amanda I went home feeling better but looking worse. Everyone looks extremely rough after sleeping at someone else's house. You go in looking decent and then the outcome is horrid.

I honestly do not know why I brought along makeup; I did not even attempt to apply any.

We talked and talked for hours. Let's just say the sunrise is beautiful.

With only a short nap as a substitution for a full night's rest, I drive home.

I arrive at my silent home and I'm greeted by small footsteps.

"Smalls, how are you baby?" (A/N: I totally forgot she had a dog for a while. Haha, oops.)

She wags her tail and barks lightly. Maybe she is hungry. I stand up and walk to the kitchen cabinet with all of her food. After feeding her, I walk over to my room and arrange things to take a shower.

For some odd reason I feel off and uncomfortable. It feels like back in high school when it's Sunday night and you still have not done the piles of homework that is due the next day. There is just an eerie feeling crawling over me.

Fingers crossed that this shower will help calm the unpleasant feeling shadowing me.

I quickly gather my phone and walk to my restroom.

Turn right. Touch water. Burn my fingers and cry out in pain because the water is hotter than Dylan O'Brien and Ryan Reynolds' love child. Finally get the temperature right. Step in.

That is just my daily shower routine. The usual.

The warm water welcomes my tired body and places a blanket around my shoulders.

I just stand under the shower for a few minutes, just in attempt of relaxing my body.

Of course, my mind wanders to things it should not be. Things that make me the opposite of relaxed need to be discarded of at the moment. But I just never seem to entirely relax. My situation with Luke is of course one of them. Wow, our "relationship" has been labeled a situation. It is a little dispiriting to think that it has come to the point where I just think of whatever I have with Luke as a situation. But what else am I supposed to call it? A real relationship? No. Because that is not what we are, sadly.

Before I even realize it, I am stepping out of the shower being completely done. I was on some sort of autopilot while washing my hair, conditioning my hair, washing my body, shaving, and rinsing.

Too deep in thought to realize that forty minutes have passed.

I slightly dry my body and my hair, but before I can begin to put on my clothes, there is a ring.

The doorbell.

Dammit. I am not even dressed.

They annoyingly ring the doorbell two more times. They have no patience. Ugh.

I don't have time to put on clothes, or they might break my doorbell.

I quickly wrap my towel around my body and walk to the front door.

Once again, they press their impatient finger against the button that emits an annoying alert that someone is at my door.

"Coming!" I say loudly so they can stop attempting to get my attention.