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Shower Time

I am allowed to shower at 5:00 am. Most people don’t get up that early. And even if they are, they are simply crying or rocking, not worried about hygiene. I like to be there alone. There’s no bath mats. There are towels, just ask them for one. Turning the handle using the towel. Helps keep rust off my hands. It stains the towel, but that can be bleached. So can everything else. I did bring my own soap. It makes me have memories but it smells good. The water always starts out cold. Cold, and, cold, and cold. For ten minutes, I imagine that they take water from a creek in winter. They use that water to torture us in weird ways. But it’s just that they’re cheap about the infrastructure. There’s a curtain and walls, nothing more. It’s 5:46 am. I can tell because they are starting to wake up too. I’m allowed to shower at 5:00 am. And these days, that’s all I want to do.

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