Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26070273-20150410071039

You're running late. You overslept. You debate on whether or not you can spare the time to hop in the shower, and decide to as you sniff your armpits. You seemed to be drenched in sweat, from your apartments heater deciding to kick in or from a nightmare, you are not for sure. You think back to the night and try to trudge up any remnants of your dreams, but all you seem to acquire is a slight headache from the struggle. As you gather up your clothes you wish to put on after your shower, you almost forget to grab your phone so you can set a timer as you are on a tight schedule and don’t want to get behind anymore.

You turn on the shower and thank the landlord mentally that the water is quick to heat up. You hop in and hastily go about cleaning yourself, making sure to scrub the stench from your pits. You rinse off, turn the shower knob to off, hop out and grab the towel off the rack and quickly dry off as fast as you can. You glance at your phone’s timer and there’s just under a minute left of the allotted time you set for your shower.

You smile with a sense of accomplishment as you begin to put your clothes on, racing the clock. Your body is still damp from the poor dry off and you stumble and hop as you attempt to get your pants on, you feel your stomach clench as you lose your balance and fall to -crash- porcelain shatters and so does your skull. Your phone beeps the end in the background. 