I imagined him brushing his teeth or shaving his beard as my naked body squirmed beneath the hot water in the corner of his eyes. It reminded me of our summer and my teasing of him by wearing too few clothes. There was a glass panel that would have protected me from his eyes but it would have still offered a clear-though blurry-silhouette of my completely naked body. You don’t want to lock out potential rescuers should you slip and fall in the shower. My dad had thought me at a young age never to lock yourself in. If he had been a bit more sleepy or distracted he might not have heard the running shower.
He did not come in, but I imagined he could have. “Are you going to be long in there?” He asked. This day, my dad knocked on the door while I was still washing up. I always showered in the mornings before school. The first day after my dad finally got me that new bike, I set my alarm half an hour later, knowing I’d have plenty more time that day. It’s strange how such a small change can have such unforeseen consequences. I knew it would make the commute much faster. I took the bus every morning back then, though I had been requesting a new bicycle for a long time. My summer obsession with my dad seemed forgotten now that I had the attention of my friends and the boys at my school.
