John groaned slightly as he rolled to the edge of his bed, and threw his legs over the side. Slowly, he moved himself from a prone position, to a sitting position, to standing up on his feet. As he stood, his bedsheets fell from his body, exposing his youthfull, naked body to his empty attic room. In the spring and summer, once it started warming up (especially up in the attic), he always slept in the nude.
He stumbled over to his closet and got his towel from one of the hooks, wrapping the long and green cloth around his waist. He made his way down the attic stairs to the second floor. The stairs weren't far down the hallway from the bathroom, and John was still sleepy when he turned the metal knob and opened the closed door; not realizing that someone was already in there.
John paused in the doorway, his hand still on the knob, when the steam and the sound of the shower running hit his half-wakened brain. |