After I finish writing in my diary I take a shower and brush my teeth. Toothpaste is instantly washed off the smooth, white tub floor. The floor is also washed clean of shampoo and soap as a constant stream of scalding water pounds my back and head. I adjust the water and continue washing.
I reach around to wash my back. My arm stops, having discovered a block. I drop the sponge and reach back again. My fingers brush something scaly and I jerk back, my mind clouding over with the haze of panic that occasionally plagued me.
I clear my head, relaxing, barely managing either. I slowly pull the curtain back, not even hearing the many clinks coming from the metal rings attaching the screen to a metal rack. I creep over to the fog covered mirror and wipe it clean with my towel, I glimpse something green and gold behind me, I whip around... but I can't see anything.
I reach back and to feel for the scaly thing again. It isn't there. I look back at the mirror and there is nothing there. I wonder what's with all the strange things happening lately. Something tells me the best is yet to come.
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