Author's Note: This is in response to Pixie's challenge, and is centered on Major Sheppard. Please be sure to review. Smiles I wish I had a bathroom like that. The next chapter will be up soon, I apologize for the shortness of the story; I'm working on other things at the moment as well.
Groaning, John realized that it was time to get up and get on with the day. Rolling over, he looked at his watch. It was still early, but then again, he didn't really want to be late.
Standing up, he started making his bed. It wasn't like he was expecting company, but one never knew about these things. Finishing his bed, he looked at himself in the mirror. He had major bed head, and looked very tired.
Walking into his bathroom, he yawned and looked around. He was still trying to get used to the difference. The toilet came out of the wall, and was all tan. It looked as if it was made of stone, and the shape was personalized for the person sleeping there.
Looking over to his shower, he decided he needed one before he went to... 'work'. Undressing carefully, he walked onto the cold metal platform and pushed a button on the wall. The soft water was the perfect temperature. Another panel moved, and revealed a soap caddy in the wall. Grabbing his shampoo, John continued to shower in peace.
Once he was done, he turned the water off and stepped off of the platform. Drying off with his soft towel from Earth, he went into his closet, which was adjacent to his bathroom. The door opened itself, and he quickly got dressed.
Stepping back to the entrance of the bathroom, he looked in the large mirror that was there. Carefully, he combed his hair perfectly. Staring at himself, he decided he looked good and should probably brush his teeth.
Placing a single finger under his mirror, his smooth, rounded sink appeared from the sleek wall, his toothbrush and toothpaste waiting inside from the night before. Holding his brush under the faucet, warm water cleansed it for use. Pushing the mint toothpaste onto the white bristles, he started brushing his teeth in little circles.
After he finished, he rinsed off the brush and watched as the water just disappeared. He didn't really know where it went, but he was able to put his toothbrush and toothpaste into the stone bowl without them disappearing.
Moving his finger again to the mirror, the sink was sucked back into the wall, and John smiled at himself in the mirror.
"I can really get used to this", he said to no one in particular.
Walking back to the bed, he tied his boots on firmly and walked off to the control center to start his day.
Author's Note (again): Hi again. I just wanted you to know that you can have your input on the story. Just review and tell me about your own character (one per person, please) what might run into John. I'll give you the credit for it, just send it in, and I'll add you in.
