Chrysalis

Day 125 - 8:05pm, 5 May 2019

I realise after my shower today that the ritual of wiping off the shower screen with the window squeegee is as satisfying and life-affirming as the shower itself. While I was in the shower, the steam has transformed the see-through screen into a steam-generated cocoon that encloses me when I am at my most vulnerable. Even should the en-suite door burst open, which it has been known to do on more than one occasion, my blushes will be spared.

Clean and refreshed, I am ready to begin the day for real, but before I do there is one last task to perform. The steady swish of the squeegee lunging down the toughened glass releases a slew of watery tears that quickly form into rivulets racing each other down to the shower-base valley below. I hastily step from the shower to the fuzzy-blue bath mat where I am within reaching distance of the safety and security of a bath-robe that has seen better days but which I am not ready to part with.

The next stage in my daily journey begins.