Wake-Up Call

For me, there is nothing like climbing into the shower in a sleepy daze. The steam is almost better than the first stretch of the morning, or the first bite of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. The hot water is like a blessing, wonderful on sleepy muscles and always initiating the yearning thought of climbing back into bed, into sheets that are most likely still retaining my warmth in that perfect body-shape that, once moved away from, can never really be regained. There is nothing better in the morning than enormous bubbles of Amber Romance or cucumber melon shower gel on my sponge, making me wish I had time for a bubble bath. But nothing makes my morning more than reaching for my shampoo, rubbing it into my hair... and discovering that it is actually exfoliating scrub.
I felt so abused.