Colleen's Story Part 1 C

In Colleen's own words (note the heron is an an image on her shower curtain):

I stood before my reflection taking just one last look before getting into the shower. My skin. The mole centered between the upper curved of my right cheek and right eye. Glanced down at the dark curls below matching the black locks stopy head, thighs pressed together standing at attention before myself. Shape of my lips. This is what clients would be seeing. They were consumers purchasing a product for the night.

I watched the flat heron squeeze thin from pulling the curtain aside leaving just enough space to slip through. One foot in, I leaned forward grabbed the horizontal bar built into the shower wall. A good grip kept me steady before lifting my other foot off the  chenel rug.  Both feet next one another I stood up straight, arching my back until hearing the sounds of snapping vertibre. That is what I get by subjecting myself to the stillness of an office seat for almost nine hours straight every Monday through Friday, every minute hoping resistance to all my efforts will be minimal. Upon that reflection I let go of, not only of the bar itself but five sunrises of the daily grind.

My cooled naked body shivered like it always does when taking a forward step closer to the showerhead into thin perpetual hot streams of pressurized rain. It smattered against my smooth body. Thin currents of warmth rolling over me made my skin look porcelain smooth. I reached up with a straight arm, my index finger reached out just as straight pressing a button. CLICK! My eyes caught sight of an electronic display lighting up a soft display beginning with a logo display followed by a series of heads up display to a waterproof console with a speaker on both sides.

"Hey Google. "Blurting out a flat command in a voice my peers would find unusual of me. "Play, Take a Ride with Me by Don Felder."