Shower thoughts

POV: Lydia

The shower was cold.

But I stood without a sound and never moved to change the temperature. The few thirty minutes of working out I had managed to squeeze into my hectic schedule did little for me, and I knew I would still be distracted next class. I couldn't afford that, but my mind was still replaying the dream that I had last night as if it were a memory. One thing was missing that I couldn't seem to call forward. The one thing that just about drove me insane was the lack of logic to this story. Jay and I have been together for two years now. I think. Ever since that day we met at the movie theatre when we were both sophomores. But, the dream that I had last night makes no sense. He would never do anything to hurt me. I loved him... and I was sure that he just might love me back.

"Lydia!" My roommate Cathy yells at me from outside the bathroom, the bitch no doubt she wants her turn in the shower.

"Okay, I'll be out in a minute."

I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower onto the mat. The towel that I wrapped around myself did nothing to warm me. Once dried off, I lathered lotion all over myself and took my sweet old time doing it. By the time I got out of the bathroom wrapped in a rainbow covered towel, Cathy's face was red. She pushed me out of the way and slammed the bathroom door closed behind her.

"Your welcome." I say and hear a scream-like answer from the other side of the door.

Cathy and I have never really gotten along. She likes to tell me the same story over and over again of how I just showed up one day last semester. Her perfectly color coordinated room had been destroyed by my adding of blue sheets and stickers. She likes to tell me that I should go back to the psych word because somehow I knew everything about her as if we had been roommates since freshmen year or something. Well we had at least I thought but she doesn't seem to think so. Apparently my arrival upset the delicate balance of her life. But how would I know, she's strange.

The room is dimly lit by the hanging lanterns I had added when I "arrived" in the room. According to my deranged roommate. They give off a light golden glow that illuminates at least my half of the room and gives an almost zen like feel. I don't really remember where I got them to be honest. Actually I don't remember much of anything theses days. I remember enough to go through my classes and to know who I'm talking to at lunch and practice, and at that little coffee shop down the street. But for the life of me I can't seem to remember much from my past before my first year at college. My family is a blur, I think I have a younger brother named Jammy and a dad who walked out on us, and a half drunk half deranged mother. But that's only a thought. I don't call them on a weekly basis and don't even have there numbers in my phone.

At that thought I pick up my new phone from my desk. I have a terrible habit of dropping them, or crushing them in my hands and there was that one time when I accidentally spilled volcanic acid on it. Jay bought me the phone I hold now about a week ago, after the acid incident. To be quite frank it was not my fault, it was my stupid as hell lab partner. She is so dumb she forgets how to put on her lab goggles. And she wears glasses.

The door slams open as Cathy enters and falls into her bed without a stick of clothing and rolls up in her blanket. She then layed there staring at me as I slowly sort through my clothes for the perfect outfit and end up putting on a pair of Jeans and a blue button down shirt. I then pranced into the bathroom after putting on a pair of high top boots near the door, and stair at myself in the mirror. My hair fluffed up in perfect coils that only appear after I take a shower, and my skin glowed from the steam that still swirled around after my roommates shower. Nethertheless I still messaged makeup into my light brown skin and pulled mascara onto my dark eyelashes that fell calmly over my deep blue eyes as I fluttered them.

"Perfect." I said to myself as I smeared a bit of light pink lipstick on and walked out of the bathroom.

I was instantly confronted by the persistent Cathy as she stood before me in her bare naked glory and held up a packet of papers. I lifted an eyebrow.

"Don't play coy, just check if they are all correct asshole." She said shoving the packet into my arms.

I opened it, ah I see pre-advanced crystal math. She is a lot smarter than she ever likes to admit nor would she ever admit that I am even smarter than that. I guess this is her small way of acknowledging my genius. I open the packet and spend a good five minutes looking over each problem while pacing the room, for the most part everything was perfect. Except for one problem at the end were she missed the last two digits of the answer. I grabbed a pencil and fixed them and then drew a large smiley face on the front of the packet and dropped it on her bed before throwing my backpack on and leaving.

The math packet was a welcome distraction and took my mind into its happy place as I had watched numbers swirl around the room but with each step I took down the stars of my dorm drew me closer to the one thing that still hovered lightly at the back of my mind. Was it just a dream?

I brushed off the thought and quickly made my way to the cafeteria and braced myself to see my nightmare.