Finally. I finished all my chores. I can FINALLY go to fricken bed. I was so exhausted from the long day out and then had to come home to find my mother drunk and my dad, well, who knows where he is. I have a shower a quickly rinse off the problems of the day. As I take off my clothes, I get a strange feeling someone is watching me. I close the curtains just in case HE is here. I step into the shower. The hot water aches against my cold, hard muscles. I stand there for a good 5 minutes just to get warm. After my temperature has risen a bit, I squirt some body wash into my palm. It smells like coconut and lime; delicious. I wash over my body, starting with my neck, running my hands down my chest and start to wash my breasts. Okay it's more like massaging but whatever. I rinse off the rest of my body, not bothering to use soap anywhere else (too much hassle, I'm way too lazy). When I feel cleanish, I take a step out of my glass shower into the cold bathroom and hastily wrap my navy blue and white striped towel around me. I gather my clothes and tramp through the house (well it's more like a mansion but AGAIN whatever) leaving a trail of water up 2 flights of stairs to my floor. Throwing my clothes in my laundry basket, I walk to the second door down the corridor and grasp the wooden handle. It's cold.
