I finished a long shower at my usual late night time. Around 11 pm, because I have trouble going to sleep if I can’t feel clean. This way I never have conflict with my roommate because he showers in the morning and sleeps early (my room is the one next to the bathroom).
So in my bathrobe, I decided to walk to the kitchen to toss my empty shampoo bottle in recycling. As I spin around the corner, I realize that there’s someone there on the living room couch. I catch my breath, pausing around the corner. I glance at my roommate’s room. It’s dark. Holding my breath, I turn around the corner and say, “Hey.”
She struggles out in a small voice, “Are you done? Bathroom.”
She was wearing a single black dress. Her legs curled under her as she read a book in dimly lit living room.
“Oh yeah sure,” I reply quickly dropping off my shampoo bottle and heading back to my room.