In the bathroom,
Cassandra helps
me remove the
white and red
bandages.
The crimson liquid has
dried up, and the burning
sensation is gone.
I wonder how I
acquired these
wounds.
I watch as Cassandra
turns on the shower.
There’s a sink, a closet
door, and, interestingly,
no mirror.
“Isn’t there supposed
to be a mirror at the
sink?” I ask.
Cassandra turns away from
the shower, looking at me
with a hint of shock,
“Er…well in this bathroom,
there’s no mirror.”
Before I can respond,
Cassandra leaves the
bathroom.
I frown slightly and take
off my clothes, stepping
into the shower.
The water is very warm
and feels foreign as it
falls over my bare
skin.
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