Therapy.

Five mins. I must have stood there, with my eyes closed, for five whole minutes, taking it all in before I remembered why I was there. Ironically enough, John Fluker's 'Life Begins' played, loud yet softly, off my tv. I opened up my eyes and blinked as the water splashed off my skin into them, lathered up my sponge and took a bath. No wonder my landlord is increasing my rent, can't shoulder these shower therapy session costs alone.

…I can almost hear you roll your eyes and think, "Dramatic much, K.D.?"

But… Dang, hitting the ground is going to hurt like a bloody female dog bitch.