Glance
The water was running down my face, and the memory of that strange dream made me think of the person who had helped me.
I cleared my mind and finished bathing. I reached for the hook where I always put the towel, but there was nothing, I got out of the shower and looked in the cabinet, but it was empty.
I looked for solutions, and they all led me to two alternatives. The first one was that I should go out with nothing covering me until I got to my wardrobe, hoping not to be seen by Sasha. I swallowed some saliva and combed my hair.
I walked to the bathroom door and slowly peeked through the crack to see if Sasha was awake yet.
"Do I have to do it?" "What if?"
I smiled in relief as I opted for the second alternative to my problem.
- Sasha. - I said fearfully of disturbing her by waking her up only to ask her to give me a towel.
- Sasha. - I repeated in a louder voice without shouting so as not to scare her.
- Mmm. - She grunted, moving on the bed.