010314 #jonquil Finally the moment came when she felt she had to shut off the faucets. The old water heater would be spent soon anyway. She reached past the faded blue shower curtain and grabbed a towel off the rack, bringing it back inside the shower with a minimum of cold breeze. She dried her hair and torso briskly, but gently patted her shaved legs. They felt fresh and good, and even better after they were lotioned up and she had put cotton leggings on. She grabbed a t-shirt and a flannel off the pile of laundry on her bed, and headed downstairs, awake enough now not to dread everything so much.