Starry Bakery

Chapter 5

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Danny's POV (3rd person)

After sitting on the floor for a solid ten minutes to get the thoughts of his dream out of his head, he got up to go to the bathroom. He needed to take a long shower and bath to get over the dream.

This is how it normally goes for Danny after a night like this, and unfortunately, it happens more often than what is healthy. Danny would wake himself up in the middle of the night and not be able to move for at least five minutes, and then he would have to take a shower/bath to avoid shaking that would lead to a panic attack. Danny can't handle the stress his dreams put on him mentally which leads to physical problems. Panic attacks are rare for Danny because he knows the signs and can catch himself early, but they do happen and when they do they hang around Danny for several days.

Once Danny went into his joined bathroom, he closed the door not able to look at his room at the moment because it was so dark. In past experiences, bad things happen in the dark that he would never like to relieve.

He quickly made his way over to his shower turning it on and then taking off his very baggy shirt, followed by his boxers. Danny went into the shower not caring about whether the water was hot or cold, he just needed to water on himself. He immediately reached out for his vanilla-scented soap and started to rub it in between his hands forming a lather at a steady pace. The slow pace started to get unsteady as he started rubbing the soap up his arms, trying to spread the suds further in hopes of getting clean faster. His movements then became frantic as the soap was not working fast enough. Danny started using more of his fingernails, literally scraping away skin and soap in attempts to be clean when the soap fell, knocking Danny out of the daze he fell in when he started frantically scratching his skin. Danny shook his head looking down at the bar of white soap floating around the bottom of the slightly filled tub. It was then that salty water started forming him his eyes that the little white bar became a blurry ball shape in his vision. Tears, filling up in Danny's eyes, fell down his cheeks mixing with the shower water as they to fell into the small build up of water.

His dark hair forming a small curtain over his eyes from any onslaught from the ongoing shower stream made him realize what he was doing and if small trails of pain on his body were anything to go by, he knew he was scratching again. He bent his knees, sat back on his butt, grabbing his legs, and curling in on himself in a corner of the tub on the opposite side of the shower head so the water would hit him. He still wanted to feel like the water was cleaning him even though he lost the soap and knew he was not going to find it again until his next shower.

He sat in there for a long time drawing out every minute until he could not waste anymore time just sitting in the tub. He got up slowly on somewhat shaky legs, turned of the cooling water, and carefully stepped out of the tub. Drying himself quickly and finishing up in the bathroom with his normal routine of brushing his teeth, deodorant, and combing his hair into its usual mess.

Danny stepped back into his room, but this time, he turned on the light to dissipate his fears as well as getting ready for the day. He walked over to his dresser in his towel and chose a grey longsleeves shirt as well as black jeans, slightly looser than the day before's.

Finally the shaking slowed enough for the now dressed man to walk out of his apartment grabbing a black jacket because the weather was starting to get colder, and without drawing attention to himself, knowing he hated unneeded questions and attention and would rather avoid it at all costs. Besides, he was more than happy to blend into the background.

The early hour allowed for Danny to make his way down to his shop on the non-crowded sidewalk to his beloved bakery. He made quick work of the door's lock and opened the door to get started on his day.