Does it come out his ears?

Its kind of hard to see.

The mist encloses him into a new world. He explores.

A curtain, a jet of water...the shower. He had almost started thinking. Dangerous, he chastised himself.

He lets the water massage his neck as he relaxes. He can think soon. Soon.

Not yet but soon. Shower gel is good, but he feels bubble bath holds a definite edge. Much more fun.

He steps out of his world. Somehow fluffy bath mats always add a sense of realism to a morning. So practical and yet so ugly. His was green, pea green.

Ugly. Which was why he loved it.

Time for work. Time for thinking. Great.

Let's go. Down the stairs, onto the street. The smell tells him his day has started.