The Naked Truth: Fiction

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The house is dark and hushed as I make my way up the stairs to my bedroom. As I collapse onto my comfortable bed, straining to keep my eyes open after a rigorous day of school and work, I am overcome with a realization: "I still have to take a shower." Despite my bed's magnetic pull, I use what little bit of conserved energy I still have and make my way to the bathroom. Although my body is weary from exhaustion, a sense of satisfaction overwhelms my senses and emotions as I step behind the plastic drapery to a simple place of relaxation and renewal. As the heat from the shower strikes me, I feel clarity, as if the stains of the day are being stripped away and washed down the drain. I deeply breathe in the misty air and as I glance around, all I see is white. White walls, white tile, white curtains; a space of purity with little to no distraction. The constant stream of water surrounds me in a monotonous sound ...

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