8.09.25: Night Showers

Night showers hit different. Not the “I’m disgusting and need to be clean” kind, but the “I’ve survived the day and need to rinse off the chaos” variety. Lights off, just the soft glow of a hallway bulb. Steam rising. No music. No rush. It’s the closest thing I get to peace. Something about water hitting your back after 11 p.m. feels like a system reset. Morning showers are functional. Night showers are sacred. That’s where my brain processes weird memories and half-baked ideas. Honestly, I should start billing my shower for emotional labor.