Novel & Cerita Washes Over Me

As I washed, my thoughts drifted, flashes of everything that had led to this day, every moment, every step that brought me here. A small smile found my lips. The thought of him waiting at the end of the aisle made my heart beat faster, not with fear, but with something steady and sure. Something that felt like home. I rinsed off slowly, letting the water run over my shoulders and down my back, washing away the last traces of sleep and leaving me feeling fresh and awake. After a while, I stepped out, wrapping a soft towel around myself. My skin was warm, slightly flushed from the heat, but I felt fresh and ready for the day.

I touched my tongue to my teeth and smiled at the strange freshness. Then I stepped into the shower. The water rushed down over me, warm and steady, washing away layers of dirt and memories. I rubbed my skin until it felt new. The soap smelled of flowers, delicate and sweet. I closed my eyes and pretended that the water could rinse off all my past pain too.

Soap and steam slid over my body, washing the weight of the day off my skin. The dress. The church. The shame. All of it slipped away, swirling down the drain. The water slid down my back in steady waves. I closed my eyes and let it move over me, pretending for a moment that it might wash away everything that had happened. When I stepped out, a thick towel hugged my skin, soft and too gentle for the weight I still carried. The air smelled faintly of clean linens, fresh like it hadn’t been touched yet. The floor radiated warmth beneath my feet. I stood still, letting it rise into me. I wasn’t ready to move.

"Make me clean, wash away his sins and the filth that clings to me like a second layer of skin." "You are clean," He growls roughly against the crook of my neck. I shake my head, "I'll never be clean of his touch, Amani." My body shudders as I suck in a sharp breath. "I need you to wash it away..." I whimper. "Please..."

I need to wash Nona off of me before anyone can sense her. ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦

Steam fills the room warming my cold clammy skin. I stand under the spray of the shower letting it wash away my self hatred, the hurt and the embarrassment. I massage fruity citrus shampoo into my scalp then rinse. I repeat the process several times. I condition my hair letting it sit while I lather myself with moisturizing body wash. I have to admit. I feel slightly better.

Aella The hot water cascades over my skin, a vain attempt to wash away the conflicting emotions that have taken hold of me since yesterday. The water from the showerhead feels almost accusatory as it pelts against my skin. Each droplet a microscopic indictment, saying, “You knew better.” I can almost hear them hiss as they make contact, swirling down the drain with all the resolve I thought I had.

He says getting me all confused and suddenly, he sprinkles water over my body shocking me out of nowhere. "Surprise"

He was my entire universe and if it meant doing it over again just to hear his sweet voice and giggles, I will not hesitate. Not wanting to waste more time that I already have, I hurriedly hopped into the shower and thoroughly washed myself. The warm water cascaded down my back, making me close my eyes in relief. There was just something so calming about taking a warm shower or a warm bath. Feels like all your pains are being washed away by the water and going down the drain.

Now that I am here, with him on the other side of the wall, I feel my repressed rage begin to bubble back to the surface. The warm water beats down on my skin and washes over me, carrying the dirt and grime away with it. My sore muscles begin to relax and I tip my head back to let the shower rain down on my face and hair. It sounds stupid, I know, but this shower is so much better than the one I’m used to. It actually feels like it is cleansing me inside and out, washing away not only the dirt on my skin but the mess in my head too.