I could feel my face heating up. I mean, who wouldn't? The last time someone else washed me was when I was small, and my mother washed me. But when I looked at the nonchalant face that Grace had on, I began to wonder if I was just overthinking things. But I can say that this was my first time waking up in a bath, and it felt kinda nice.
After washing up and drying off, I was subjected to Grace's forceful dressing. I kinda feel like I have gone through this before. Ah! That's right, in my dream, Grace also dressed me. I guess I should probably get used to this kind of thing from now on since It does not seem like she will relent anytime soon.
