He turns the nozzles to the right until the just drips are visible as the last traces of dirt and soap cascade down his body and travels down the deep black orifice in floor... his thoughts trail off for a moment feeling in sync with that deep dark tunneling unknown in a way, he identifies internal...maybe even externally pulling back the shower curtain slightly, then reaching for his towel he starts the same process drying his head the towel is brought over his face he closes his eyes, breaths deeply, and meditates for 20 seconds he is gone, lost to his world of internalization a periodic escape collecting his wits and gathering his senses he reflects over his whole day up until that point in a rapid flash of mental pictures sequencing behind his eyelids satisfied with the information gathered again he breaths in deeply, and then exhales rallying his strength courage and reserve because this process symbolizes a start over yet the repeating of this continual depravities' reality he then chants ritualistically "here we go again" and with that, the towel coats the rest of his body his eyes open his ears are aware to the familiar sounds of running water and loud banter he is back... unfortunately he we go again, as he leaves the shower in shorts sandals and no shirt wearing that renewed strength confidence comfort and pride buffed and sculpted from his jaw to his waistline just enough water left on his body for its stainless and glistening effect seemingly unphased by his environment he has started back over one moment at a time
RUSSELL
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