Getting into the apartment, all I wanted to do was shower and recollect myself. Today has been more of an emotional rollercoaster. The minute I entered the house and it encompassed me in its silence warmth I felt at home. I was home and the world shut out. The next thing on my plate is to take a long shower and wash down everything negative from my body, feeling fresh.
Standing beneath the shower head, it was making me nostalgic, missing what I didn't have. My shower is okay, its head is perfect, and all the necessary that are included to make it work, but I missed Rahim's shower, it was magnificent, it is the showerheads I am missing not him. As the water hits my body I sigh in relief. I loved how the torrents landed on my body.
