I finished breakfast and Ophelia shooed me away to go take a shower, saying she would tidy up. I was a bit ashamed when I walked back to my dirty bathroom to take a shower. Did she bathe in here? During breakfast she didn't even scrunch her nose once or complain about it, I thought as I conducted my business.
I dried myself as I walked into my disarrayed room. What about clothes? I didn't have anything clean to wear anymore. Did she know the shirt she was wearing was dirty?
Stupid! Stupid! I thought as I searched through my laundry basket for something that wasn't smelly. I got a pale yellow shirt that had a few dirt stains on them. I sighed deeply. If I wore my sweater over it, no one would notice.
I finished up, putting my beanie on and walked to the kitchen. Ophelia was wiping the wo
