a dark and stormy night NINE

The shower is perfection.

It is late in the morning and the building has had time to recuperate from the morning rush. Uninterrupted hot water. Violating my senses and it draws me in, I can’t resist.

I can feel the grime slipping away and at the same time the cobwebs in my head disappear…

need another cup of coffee

Grab the razor, lather up my brush and pull the mirror over. Shave. Smooth. Say goodbye. Slough.

Scrub. Scour. Lather. Inhale.

Why does clean smell so good? Not just to the nose but to the soul…

Rain. Stand in the rain.

Rinse.

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