The Shower
Leaving her cell in the mug and the mug on the floor next to one of the black boots that she was really starting to consider a safety hazard, she walked through her bedroom into the bathroom. Pushing aside the new orange and white shower curtain that she bought on a recent shopping trip with Lula that included a stop at Bed, Bath & Beyond, she turned the hot water on. Letting it run for the three minutes required for the building's old water heater to send hot water up to her apartment on the 2nd floor, she then added cold and stepped into the tub.
As the water streamed over her head, she grabbed her shampoo. Squirting a glob into her right hand, she started to work the gel into her hair. Once she had worked the lather in, she took a step back, allowing the water to cascade down her front. Grabbing her loofah, she added some green tea body gel and started to wash her right breast. Huh. She squinted through the water droplets running over her face. If she wasn't mistaken, there was what appeared to be a perfect, upside down bite mark on her right tit. Confused, turning her head slightly to the left, she saw a matching mark on her other side.
Shaking her head, the shampoo started to run into her eyes and began to sting. Swearing she closed her eyes and stepped closer to the shower spray. She was already wondering if it was too soon to go back to bed. Standing dripping on the bathmat, she wrapped a towel around her ad looked at her toes. Hmmm. It was time for a pedicure. The once perky (Connie's word, not hers) cotton pink color now seemed faded and chipped. The pinky toenail on her left foot was almost completely naked except for one pink splash that for some reason made her think of Rex's pink paw earlier as it stuck out of the soup can. She giggled and wondered if her life would be less confusing if she had a adult-sized soup can to hide in.
Sigh.
Toweling most of the water out of her hair with a second towel, she looked in the mirror and grimaced. Her lips were swollen and there was a red rash along one side of her face, starting above her cheekbone and spreading under her chin. She tilted her head slightly. Fuck. That was definitely a hickey; no wait, two hickies. The first light pink and almost dainty, running into a second, larger, rawer looking deep red mark with dark purple edges.
Deep sigh. She wished she her coffee mug full of hot coffee in her hand, not sitting in the other room almost empty with her now dead cell phone sticking out of it. Slowly, wishing she could avoid what she knew was waiting, she stepped into her bedroom.
