this morning #289.

this morning, floor-to-ceiling mildew caked the crevices between the shower tiles. as she let the warming water run over her, a soon-to-be mushroom colony was developing mere inches from her left foot. she wondered how long it had been since he’d cleaned this shower stall & it was so early in their relationship that she didn’t quite know how to breach the subject. still, it was disgusting & now she understood why he’d never invited her back to his place before last night. she soaped up, wondering if it was a dealbreaker. she liked a guy who was dirty in bed but not in the bath or beyond. the first of the two had drawn her in. the second might drive her away.