The water pours down my skin in warm streams, and taps out thousands of tiny needles on my face as I raise it to the showerhead. I scrub my chest until it stings a little, scrub arms, legs, as far as I can reach on my back, my entire body tingling with waking up and sloughing off sleep.
I come into the bedroom, naked, the cool air making the hair on my arms and legs and the back of my neck stiffen, to find Katie still in bed.
"I feel terrible," she moans, her mouth muffled somewhat by the pillow, "and I feel like my body is full of broken glass."
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