stepping out of my white curtain shower
i hate how the mirror fogged up

picking up my red fuzzy towel
a little damp guess i'm outta luck

bending down i reach aimlessly
feeling around for the carpet

hugging me tight, warm, and snuggly
it soon lightens to a loose silky fit

dripping, slipping, gripping close
the water aggrivates my senses

it's clinging, and wrapping so closey to me
i shake my head in instinctive defenses.

stepping, hopping, and placing
my feet wander around my floor

searching for an empty spot
so i can reach and open the door.

shivers, raised skin, and peach fuzz
the swift fan freezes me

drip drop, dripping, slip slid, slipping
the water runs to fling back to me.

LOL Jasper yes you may have a copy...........


misty...

I like this. You have a very good way of describing uniquely what seems a mundane task. I'm only trying to say: Good job.

ej

lol = laughing out loud