Thoughts Behind a Steam-Coated Door
鈥� Till taught by pain Men really know not what good water鈥檚 worth.鈥�
Lord Byron
A light gauze of steam coats the transparent door of my shower. The temperature knob is turned as far as it can go, and hot drops of water penetrate my skin like tiny bullets. The rhythm of water dancing on the floor creates a blanket of soothing sound that envelops me, muffling the chaotic noises of our thin-walled Shanghainese apartment. Tension in my back I didn鈥檛 even know existed, oozes out of my pores into streams of water cascading in glistening paths down my body. I breathe in a mist of herbal scented shampoo and liquid soap welcomed
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