The water dripped from my hair down to my shoulders, soaking the towel that was over my shoulders, as I walked towards my room. It was still early, probably eight o’clock in the evening, but I already finished taking a bath for the night, and I was ready to get on my bed and take a rest.
My hand reached for the hem of the towel, and I started gently drying my hair with it until I stopped right in front of my room’s door. The door made a creaking sound when my other free hand reached for the doorknob and opened it wide enough so I could get my body through it. And as soon as I set my feet inside the room, I closed the door behind me.
I walked towards my bed while still drying my hair with a white towel, and was about to slump my body on it when suddenly, an annoying memory flashed o
