Clothes on Stories

Showers have always been where I retreat to find another version of myself. Not necessarily cleaner, that just happens to be a happy byproduct. But a place to find my center. To realign mind with body. Steam fogs the glass. Music drowns out everything else. I don’t hear the door open. I’m facing the wall, eyes closed, one hand braced against the cool tile while hot water cascades over my shoulders. I like my showers hot,...