I got out of the shower, toweled myself dry, then caught sight of my reflection in the foggy mirror.
I could hardly recognize myself.
The familiar blue eyes were bright and glassy, and my skin was flushed as if from embarrassment. With a sigh, I turned away from the mirror and went to my room to get changed, I put on a torn, baggy white tee and track pants, then selected a copy of Anne Rice's 'Interview with the vampire' Weird, I know, considering I looked on the whole vampire fantasy thing with disdain, but it was entertaining, and, admittedly, I'd always had kind of a thing for Lestat.
Sighing, I climbed into bed, switched on my lamp, and settled down to read.