(No more afraid)
Naturally, when I discovered later on that a skinwalker was mopping my floor, I cringed. Either way, this is much better. Upon closer inspection, I saw numerous raptures on his skin attesting to his life. I looked over at his face, and everything became apparent to me.
Initially, I decided to burst the bubble, but then, with a second thought, I came to the conclusion that I should go along with his act.
"Why do you..."
'Why must you people enter my home without my consent and then pose odd queries about my existence? Isn't trespassing on someone else's property illegal? With a weird jerk, he raised his head to flip back his hair. He did a great job answering my question, even if he had to cut me off in between. I said, "I was asking, why don't you take a bath?" with a hint of blush. "I do rinse myself; it's just that I don't have the required materials."
"You can use my products, Mr. stupid."
"Stupid! WHAT STUPID! (Realising a small fact, I'm a skinwalker, a-um, that's wh-"
"Talks later. You stink."
While my little beast took a bath, I prepared breakfast while my back was still sore, as if narrating a false dreamy memory of a steamy night.