“I’m taking a shower first, that’s what.”

I sat on his lap, still bare naked, and reached over his shoulder and grabbed my bath towel. As I got up, I brushed my crotch against his hand.

“Don’t join me. I’d prefer to get clean, rather than dirty.”

I walked away from him, and into my bathroom. I left the door open, and turned the water on, letting it heat up.

“You can watch though. But only watch.”

I stepped into the shower, and let the water rinse away my sins and worries of the morning. God knows I have more personal demons than the devil himself.

Every night before I sleep, and every morning that I wake up, I confront them. A struggle to even get through the day. They drain me of my energy like a drunk drains his bottle. Fast.

My doctor calls me emotionally unstable. What the fuck does he know.