Maybe its instinct, who knows. I drag and drag before I will step foot into the shower each morning, delaying the inevitable. But once in, I don't want to climb out.
The warm water, the cleansing soap, the fragrant shampoo, I don't know. Its just so weird that I know the shower is something I will enjoy, yet I prolong its inception as one would a root canal.
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