Hot Morning Showers
Hot Morning Showers
Short Story by Joaquine G.
Note: This is my second draft for my first chapter of a working title mini-series of short stories I am working on. Feedback is appreciated.
WARNING: Contains some suggestive themes that might not be for every age. Recommended for readers 13 or older.
Hot Morning Showers
It is 6:13 AM and the alarm clock goes off with the usual sound of bells like those used during the Church service and the priest raises his cup up when he is preparing for the ritual of communion. He turns it off. He looks around his room for his slippers and he feels them with his feet as with a natural instinct they fit in place and he walks off his bedroom and then goes across a small hall until he reaches the bathroom door. Everything is quiet as to be expected, but his mom and sister’s snores can be heard at the distance, he most of the time does not pay attention to them. He turns on the bathroom lights on and looks at himself on the mirror and in his reflection he sees his pajama that is white and with black squares covering all over it and also sees his mini-beard growing a few more hairs and his always unwelcome visitor another pimple just to add to his collection.
He undresses and turns on the water on the shower and he feels the cold in the room as he steps into the shower. The water is warm as it hits his body, and then after a few seconds he feels it too hot and he adjusts to just to be almost perfect; not too hot but definably not cold at all because it has to always make the door all vapory and make his skin feel warm. He washes his hair with soap then his face with another soap to help with his acne problem and then washes his hair once again with shampoo that smells like apple; he is not sure if it is supposed to be shampoo for girls or guys. He does not care as long as it smells nice. As always at the end he washes his body and his thoughts usually derail during this time.
He begins to think of the girl he likes in class. He pictures her with her long black hair and big bright brown eyes and her almost perfect figure that even if he only sees her with her now blue uniform he imagines she makes sure her figure coming through. He met her when they were put together in a group to do a demonstration or semi-play of how to avoid being in a violent relationship. He was supposed to be the rude guy and she was supposed the innocent girlfriend too afraid to speak out. Anyways, he remembers how pretty she looked with her short dress and exaggerated make-up to play the role and her exaggerated acting that had her thrown herself into his arms. She felt warm and her jasmine perfume penetrated his brain that he almost forgot the lines for the rest of the play. Since then, they have just been good friends and there has been no other contact other than just a few times holding hands walking off to the bus or when she asked him to feel her hands when they were too cold. Each time he felt her hands his heart would race to the max and all his body experienced shivers and his knees weakened with excitement. His body still feels this excitement now that it comes to his mind and the steamy bathroom becomes hotter and his mind begins to replay images with her in every situation including the many dreams he had of her. His heartbeat races into ecstasy and his body ejects a few of the compressed excitement into the bathroom wall.
He finishes washing him-self up and gets off the shower. Weaken by the stuffy bathroom and his other activity he struggles to walk towards the window and opens it up; the vapor quickly goes out into the still dark sky. He feels the cold breeze coming in and he quickly puts on his towel and goes off to get dressed. When he arrives to his room it is 6:34 A.M already and he quickly gets his green uniform out of his closet and puts it over the bed. He quickly puts on his socks and underwear and a little bit of cologne that his mom gave him. He over to his mirror that is in a corner and combs his hair “a new style” he thinks and combs it up then down then to the side. The hair style and as long as it is short is the only freedom he has at school to personalize it, because other than that the rules are very strict with everything. He puts on his uniform and blue sweater quickly along with his green belt to hold his pants and his dark green tie. He makes his usual ritual of thinking in ways to get the girl he likes alone with him and how he can go all the way from kissing her to being with her in a bed. He sighs and goes down to the kitchen to has his fast break fast and runs off to the bus stop.
He arrives at the school at 7:12 A.M but no one is there and the street is empty of cars and students. He looks hopelessly through the school gate inside and sees no one his brain races with all kinds of thoughts and then he goes off to the bus stop and asks an old lady why there is no one at school or on the street and she just ignores him. He walks down the street but the usual stores are closed and no cars are passing by anymore; he keeps walking and see more of the same emptiness. He begins to feel his head hurting too much that he has to sit down on the sidewalk and he falls down; blacking out and all he can see is darkness and after a while he can hear at the distance his mom screaming and his sister far out somehow. He begins to feel the coldness where he is seating and his eyes are blinded with an intense light that is shining in his eyes and he can feel warm water hitting bottom of his feet like a waterfall. When he opens his eyes he can see the curtain by the shower moving by the breeze and his sister and mother storming in with a knife that he used to open the bathroom door and holds his naked body with his sister looking in at the distance. He feels confused and cries on his mother arms.
It is 6:13 AM and the alarm clock goes off with the usual sound of bells like those used during the Church service and the priest raises his cup up when he is preparing for the ritual of communion. He turns it off and when he tries to put his slippers they are not at the usual place he just blindly searches for them and half asleep walks towards the bathroom. Everything is different once he is on the hall and a large tank of fish with bright blue lights are down stairs and there are not that many rooms as before it just large windows to the side with the sun rising. He thinks he is just dreaming and when he goes into the bathroom he sees himself on the mirror but now instead of his usual face he sees the outline of a girl’s face with long black eyelashes and bright black eyes with long black hair that is neatly tied behind. He tries to himself to wake up but everything he does is not working; he even punches his finger with a pair of nail scissors but all he manages to do is to have his finger bleed all over the white marble sink. He sighs and sinks into his thoughts for an explanation. What happened? Why did this happen? Is it real? Those are questions that he would not have answers for a while.
---To Be Continued---
Note: This is my second draft for my first chapter of a working title mini-series of short stories I am working on. Feedback is appreciated.