A warm vapor hugs the bathroom walls and a misty fog coats the mirror above the sink. And although I cannot see my reflection in the mirror, a blurry image of a girl stares back at me from the surface of the water. Her hair hangs limply around her face, black curls snarled around one another and twisted into troublesome knots. Smudges stand out against the pale white of her skin. Burning violet dances across the water. Like a window with the curtains pulled shut, her eyes are wide open, yet guarded. Is this whom Adam sees? I wonder, scrutinizing my filthy face and wild hair, remembering that I have not bathed in over three days. A sudden afterthought troubles me even more: I must smell terrible! Utterly embarrassed, I want to dip beneath the water and never come back out. I want to be able to wash away this feeling Adam has inflicted upon me along with the grime. If only it were that simple. I dip a toe in the water and quickly retract before fully lowering myself into the bath. The water has cooled to the perfect temperature.
