The whole process took quadruple the time it normally would. But eventually, she turned off the water. Very slowly and carefully, she climbed out of the tub. The only towel in the room was too small to be a bath towel. With the cold freezing her skin, she rubbed off the residual water she could reach and towel dried her hair. Except the rapid movement of that made her dizzy again, so she settled for wrapping her hair in the towel. It would do until she got back to the bed and could sit down.
A yawn made her cover her mouth, and she tried to calculate if she would have time for a nap. If she had her phone... where was her phone?
Her phone would be in her purse, she thought to herself upon leaving the damp bathroom. The air in the bedroom was warmer, which was an odd juxtaposition, opposit
