Tomorrow
At half past eight in the evening, Angela got out of the shower and stood in front of the sink with a towel wrapped around her chest. Using a clean grey t-shirt, she wrapped her hair with it and plopped it up. Then she brushed her teeth, did her skincare routine, and then checked the notifications on her phone.
Angela lingered by the sink as she answered some texts, then she felt something wet around her feet. She looked down and found a puddle of water on the floor. Did she make a mess that much after showering? Her brows furrowed as she dragged the floor mat with her foot around the wet area to absorb the water.
She didn't think much of it and walked out of the bathroom to change into comfortable sleepwear. Just as she was done, her phone rang—the familiar assigned ringtone sounded from it, making her smile as she knew who was calling her.
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I can't think about anybody but you.
Sugar, I can't think about anybody but you.
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