As the water flowed through my hair, making it fall into a plate of individual, perfectly-straight strands, I watched the water. My eyes slid closed as the warm water splashed down at my feet, creating the perfect noise - a comforting noise that was so much purer than silence.
And then I heard a creak. The house settling. 'Twas nothing, I decided. The door creaked. What? Tippy-tap tippy-tap. It was only my dog, Gidget. I didn't latch the door. Whoops.
I rinsed the conditioner from the rest of my hair, seeing and hearing nothing. It was quiet and peaceful. Exams would turn out okay. The purity of a warm shower was all that mattered.
My hair was rinsed. It was time to get out, or I never would. As I turned the water off, I heard a strange click. What the hell could that be? I slipped before I could look around. I fell to the shower floor and closed my eyes on impact. The water on the tub floor was cold and the floor itself most definitely hard. My head throbbed. My eyes remained shut as I cringed in pain.
And I suddenly wasn't aware of my eyes being closed, the cold water, or the hard, smooth floor.
DU LIEST GERADE
Haven
Science FictionShowering is my only escape from the unending stress. It's quiet. There's no multitasking. I don't have to think. My mind can slow down to a gentle stream. It's my only anchor sometimes. But even the heaviest, sturdiest anchors can have a weak link...
