It was high noon, and I was sweating bullets in the bathroom. My head was against the cool tile, and I swore steam was coming out of my ears, even though I'd already showered. No amount of water could rinse away what just happened in the last… Hour? Or two, three? I didn't even know.
My brain had turned into mashed potatoes and was currently baking in its own gravy… Do potatoes have gravy?
Through the cracked bathroom door, I could hear Tanya moving around the apartment. Closet door sliding, drawers opening, the faint thud of hangers. And then, the sound of fabric, she was putting on clothes… And I was curious enough, so after a moment, I finally gathered enough courage to shuffle out, I borrowed a towel to cover myself (as if she hadn't seen my insides already) and saw that she was already dressed.
And god help my aching cervix, because she looked… unfair.
