Her showers lasted, on average, two minutes depending on having the hair washed or not. It wasn´t just an ecological topic. She hated how the films took so long in that moment of emotional freedom that was supposed to happen with the water sliding down the body. The water drowning in the water. She got even more annoyed with the superfluous writers who decorated the occasion trying to make it sentimental when it was just a way to say that the character was fucked. It didn´t make sense for her that about the purification of the soul, the metaphor was that, a banal comparison unable to take away any problem.
She didn´t time it. Neither had proposed to keep it as a routine but as soon as opened the tap, the speed of her movements was taken the control. Always ended up with red eyes due to the soap. Maybe it was the hurry. Maybe...
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