Later that night I took a shower. The water was so hot it felt as if my skin was burning. That was the way I liked it. The hot water burning my skin was my guilty pleasure. I grabbed my rag and squeezed out my last bit of Dove's body wash for women and began washing. It smelt so good, it almost made me wish I had a man to lay on after this shower. I'd lay on his chest and tell him about my day and listen to him while he gently rubs my back and enjoys every scent of my good smelling goodness. I hang my wash cloth on top of the shower so I can freely let the water rinse all of the leftover soap off of my body, but it fell on the floor. "Fuck!" I say to myself. I zoned out for a minute. It's crazy how a hot shower can wash away every worry, fear, and bit of anxiety with every drop of water that's thrown on you.
Once I was finished I cut the water off and grabbed my towel from above the shower and wrapped it around my body in the form of a dress. I pull the curtain back and hold my leg out trying to find my slippers. My foot feels something so I take a full step to get out of the shower. Slipping on my rag that I had forgotten fell on the floor, I fell back and hit my head on the wall pulling the entire shower curtain down as I fell. I layed there for what felt like forever, I physically couldn't get up. As time went on, I felt sleepier.
And sleepier. I felt my eyelids get heavier and heavier until finally, they closed.
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My Favorite Season
FantasyEverything was cool until the number one rule was broken.
