The chilly balcony air pricked my skin. Even after I closed the glass doors the cold persisted when I returned inside
I could sense it in my bones. In the silence of the room I sensed it.
The temperature had nothing to do with the cold. In order to melt the ice inside of me I had to move to the bathroom and feel the warmth of the shower.
It felt good to have a hot bath.
For a while, I stood beneath the stream allowing it to cleanse me of the dirt from the lengthy trip and the uneasiness that had been holding me back.
After stepping out, I wrapped a soft white towel around my body and used a second one to gently massage my damp hair.
The sterile immaculate bathroom was immaculate. It didn't feel like home but rather like a hotel.
There was a gentle knock on the door. I went icy.
