There's a loud gun shot and I twitch to awakening. I look around, it's dark. The kind of dark when you blink and can't tell a difference when your eyes are open or shut. It must've been in my dream. I sit up and grab my phone in my right hand while my left is holding my blanket. I click it on and look at the time, 4:59.
"Of course," I say to myself in a raspy voice.
I maneuver my body out of my bed in an awkward manner. I move towards my door, twist the knob, and proceed to the bathroom. I shut the bathroom door behind and lock it almost the exact same instant the door shuts. I look at myself in the mirror. Tall, about 5"9 fourteen year old boy. Good size muscles, barely showing six pack, and some black shorts. When I look at the corner of the mirror, I see a note on the glass written in bathroom crayon, it states, "Anthony, don't take such a long shower, your dad doesn't want you to keep adding on to the water bill. Just do what you need to and get out. Thank you sweetie.
-Mom
Once I feel like I am wet enough, I grab the bar of soap and move it all around in my hands to make them bubbly. I rub my hands over my stomach, chest, arms, and everywhere else I need to. I turn around and go back under the stream. I wash off all my soap and feel clean on my body. I let the warm water run over top of me to the satisfaction I feel that is needed. Then I bend my head down and look at my feet. The hotness feels exceptionally good when it flows through my thick hair. I take my head out and shake it, bit dog-like, then grab my fresh scented shampoo.
A little bit comes out but it is a good amount to use. The feeling of it on my hair is very odd to the touch. I lather it until it cover all of my head. I put myself under the water once more, but this time, I close my eyes only to see the greatest thing I've ever witnessed. A sexy girl, my age, a little younger maybe, smiling and laughing right to me. Not laughing at me, but with me.
