Shower Thoughts Deep Novels & Stories

Had I not gotten dressed this morning either? Have I eaten? Have the left the soul room at all today? It seems the days are mixing into one, everything becoming a blur, my mind confusing itself. Ignoring my forgetfulness I walk into the shower and allow the warm water to soothe my muscles and rid my thoughts. I love a shower, Ty he way the water falls like raindrops on my skin. And the water draws straight from the pool of calmness. Straight from Zeus’s land. I let it aid me to calm my nerves and reset my mind. Showering not because I’m dirty but because I’m tired.

​The silence of the train car was absolute. The countdown to the end of the Architect had officially begun. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and for the first time in months, I didn't think about the past. I thought about the kill.

I move to the shelf and start placing my essentials in the shower area. When everything’s in place, I pry the robe off my body and hang it by the rail. I step under the warm water and close my eyes, letting the steam warm my skin. I lather slowly, dragging the sponge across every inch of my body, as if I can scrub the thoughts from my head. Every time I think I’ve got a hold of myself, something pulls me right back into this spiral. His stare. His voice. The way he walked past me and blocked my path in one casual stance. I scrub harder.

So, I head into the washroom and take a hot shower. The shower feels nice. Extraordinary even. The water seems to wash away most of the mental pains stored up inside me and replace them with happier thoughts. Like, when Aaron will take his first steps, say his first word, go to school for the first time. And Luke and I are happy. A strange thought that will never occur, but it's okay to think about it from time to time. Turning off the dials, I open the sliding glass door, dry and dress, then head back out into the bedroom.

I spread my legs for him, screaming when I felt his fingers plunging inside my— "No!" I shouted into nothing, pushing all those thoughts to the back of my head. I aggressively switched off the water and stepped out of the shower. This needs to stop, this needs to stop. In my naked and dripping wet state, I went to my laptop and switched it on, going to g****e. 'why do I always have dirty thoughts?' This is so dumb, but I'll do anything for it to stop. Anything! The search results showed stuff about puberty and hormones and various articles about the 'top 12 dirty things everyone has though of'. Basically, it was pretty useless. I shut my laptop and pushed it away from me, walking back to the

Adea I stood in the shower with my head bowed as a river of water cascaded over me. Scorching, hot water heated my skin. My body warmed and the temperature in the bathroom rose. Facing the wall, the water washed down my body, cleansing me of outside thoughts. Four walls made up a safe place from my thoughts, fears, and worries. In here, I was able to focus on the feel of the water, the sound it made as it splashed against the floor.

My head pounded slightly, as soon as I laid in the bed, it quickly began becoming quiet and calm. As soon as it was quiet, the thoughts came back again, I jumped out of bed, rushing into the bathroom. I opened the door to the shower turning the water to full blast, not caring whether it would make me sick, or wet myself. I stepped inside the shower, closing my eyes tightly, I just wanted to stop thinking. I stood under the hot water, letting it wash over me, washing away all the thoughts that were running through my head.

Just the thought of anyone else touching her made my blood boil. Trying to shut everything out, I walked to the bathroom and turned the shower on. The warm water ran over my body, but it did nothing to wash away the thoughts spinning in my mind. I closed my eyes, trying to focus. But I couldn’t stop remembering… The way we kissed and fucked our naked bodies wet under this shower. Her soft gasps. Her hands threading through my hair as I fucked her to the heavens. The sound of her moans echoing off the walls as I worshipped every part of her, exploring her drenched tight pussy…

As he set the empty bottle down, he resolved to wash away his thoughts with the shower's cleansing cascade. Walking towards the bathroom, he left behind the turmoil within his mind. The water cascaded over him, washing away the remnants of his contemplation. Each drop felt like a release, a way to rid himself of the tangled emotions that threatened to entangle him. Under the flowing water, he let the steam and warmth envelop him, hoping to drown out the conflicting thoughts that clouded his mind. The rush of the water against his skin was a soothing symphony, a temporary refuge from the tumult of his thoughts. He closed his eyes, seeking solace in the simplicity of the moment, allowing the w

"Sorry. I had to call the police." I used to love taking long showers. But I hate long showers. Especially long hot showers. They make you sink into deep dark thoughts. They sink you into depression and leave you drowning as the hot water burns your skin. The only good thing about long showers is that you can just cry silently and the dripping water will be there, washing away your tears as it makes the gentle splashing sound so no one would hear you cry. That's why I couldn't stay long in the shower tonight.