~Phantom of the Bathroom~

I reached my hand up and gradually reduced the hot water.
Cold or hot, it made no difference. It’s not like I could feel anything either
way. I sat, staring at the wall, huddled under the shower without thought or
emotion. I wondered, for a moment, why I was so tired. I figured it didn’t
matter and reached up to turn the water off. I sat for a while, letting the
droplets fall from my hair before I slowly turned my head to the shower

“Knowing my luck there’s going to be someone sitting there,”
I thought to myself, imagining the Grudge and her croaking gasp, just waiting on
the other side. I reached a hand out unhesitatingly and pulled the curtain back.
It took a moment to register there was a girl staring at me from the other side.
I blinked at her, and she tilted her head amicably.

“What are you doing here?” I asked her, unmoving.

“You wanted me to be here,” she answered plainly. I blinked
as I considered it, and then nodded acceptingly.

“Could you pass me a towel?” I asked her. She sat up and I
reached past her to pull one off the rack before returning to my former
position and draping the white cloth over myself half-heartedly. She crawled
into the shower with me and rested her head upon my shoulder. I turned to look
at the wall in front of me, my eyelids heavy and movements slow. We sat there
for a while in the peaceful quiet, and I enjoyed the feel of her hair upon my
skin and the subtle traces of perfume she aired. Perhaps a minute of this
serenity passed before she rose to her feet and climbed out.

“Come on,” she said, waiting for me. I looked up at her and
sighed, pulling myself to my feet exhaustively, my muscles feeling heavier than
they had the day before. I gave her a tired smile and a small nod, which she
returned understandingly, before I looked into the mirror in front of me. Her
reflection was not in it, so I dried myself off and dressed quietly before unlocking
the door.

EDIT: [02/02/07] I still don’t care what you say, I still think this is my favourite story. If you didn’t know me personally, you’d consider this a masterpiece I tell you! Naked Girl and Mirror was a fantastic poem, and here I have written work of literary genius and you’re all disturbed by its brilliance! Hmph!


4 thoughts on “~Phantom of the Bathroom~

  1. Georgie says:

    I. Am. So disturbed right now. Did you ever consider the mental images this entry would put into people heads???!!!

  2. Beth says:

    allllll riiiiight then.

  3. Korelee says:

    I wish I had a pretty girl outside of my showers

  4. Ivy says:

    I’m more disturbed about the mental pictures of you naked in the shower more than anything else.
    Maybe I should write a bathroom story to. But knowing me, it’ll more likely turn out porn. What the hell. Hello John John!

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