Destination Unknown

I Have a Lot of Kids pt.2

When I wake up, I've moved around in the bed and I'm now resting my head on Sam's chest, with my leg thrown over his body. I carefully move my leg off of him and take his arm off my shoulder. He rolls over in the bed and starts snoring softly. I swing my legs over the side and jump down from the bed. I pad my way over to the other door in the room and step into the bathroom. I quietly close the door behind me and let out a large breath. I turn on the shower and search around for a towel. I open the door under the sink and find a stack of towels and some toiletries. I pull out a towel and grab some soap, shampoo, and conditioner. There are also various hair styling tools. I pull out a hair dryer, straightening iron and some heat protecting oil.

 I set them on the sink counter and walk over to the stand-up shower. I open the glass door and step inside.  The water comes out ice cold, and I jump back when some hits my arm, a small squeak escaping my lips. I close the shower door and make sure that I've locked the bathroom door. I jiggle the knob and find that it's still unlocked. I turn the lock and walk back over to the shower. I open the door and test the water again, finding that it's still too cold. I walk further into the bathroom, opening the door that's connected to the other end from the bedroom. When I open the door, my mouth drops slightly open as I look at the walk-in closet in front of me. I hit the light switch next to my hand and a crystal chandelier lights up. I pull some of the clothes off the hangers and find all different sizes. It's cool that this is prepared for anything. Most of the clothes here are all practical. Jeans, t-shirts, and lounge-wear. I even see a stack of black leggings and sweatshirts. I walk back into the bathroom and open the shower door again. The water is finally warm enough.

 I step back and strip off my clothes. I step into the shower and close the door behind me. I pick up a loofa and the soap, which is coconut and vanilla scented. I squeeze some soap onto the loofa and lather it all over, not wanting the smell to go away. I step back into the stream of water and let all the soap rinse off. I pick up the shampoo, which is also coconut vanilla and I smile. I squeeze out way too much and laugh to myself. I put the bottle back down and put the huge glob into my hair. I lather it around, and the amount of bubbles is way too entertaining to me. I finish washing my hair and I rinse out the wonderful smelling shampoo and conditioner. I frown when I realize I have to get out. I shut the water off and squeak when air dryers turn on. My hair flies around and I turn gleefully in the warm air. After a couple of minutes, the air shuts off and I frown again. 

I start to feel the cold seep into me from the tiles and I step out of the shower and wrap the towel around me before I get too cold. The towel doesn't completely fit around me, so I cover myself the best I can. I'm kind of chubby, but I don't let it bother me. I plug in the hairdryer and begin to comb my hair. I turn in the hairdryer and I quickly work through my black hair, and it dries into a sleek inky color I have come to love. I plug in the flat iron and wait for it to heat up. I run it through my hair quickly, not having to do much to get my hair completely straight. My hair just brushes the top of my butt. I smile and scrunch my freckle-covered nose in the mirror. I may not be perfect, but I sure do love myself the way I am. I unplug the hair tools and set them back under the sink where I found them. 

I walk into the closet and search for a drawer with underwear in it. I open at least six drawers before finding one with bras in it. I pull out a sports bra and open the next drawer down, finally finding underwear. Half the drawer is filled with lacy thongs. I scrunch my nose and search around for something less racy. I find some no show bikinis and pull them out, closing the drawer behind me. I pull on the bra and underwear and then make my way over to the leggings and sweatshirts I saw earlier. I grab a pair of capris black leggings and a neutral gray hoodie. I pull them on and deeply inhale the scent they carry. Vanilla. That seems to be a reoccurring theme around here.