The bathwater is cold.

I can't even feel my legs.

They are turning white.

I'm quite worked up by you

tonight and I can't even sleep,

so here I am.

It's 4 am.

Shaving in your 50's tub

with Lady Remington

and pictures line the walls

of people I've never met.

Who they are and why they're here

and why they're staring at me now.

The bathroom is a creepy place

for pictures of your friends.