"Still not clean. Stink of failure still on me." "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go take a shower so I can't tell if I'm crying or not."
All in all, this entire process had become less of a morning shower to her then a morning ritual. Not in the least because she had increasingly needed the hot, soothing water to wash away the dark shades that haunted her sleep
even if she would never admit it to anyone. Least of all herself.