It was half past midnight on a Wednesday night when the phone rang. The annoying whistle echoed through the fogged glass and slipped through the dense steam with difficulty, sliding down the hot water stream that covered her like a comforting blanket as she massaged her back and the depths of her being. She abruptly awoke from her unconscious meditation, not realizing how long she had been blank-minded under that sweet stream, and came to her senses cursing the apparatus that had interrupted that moment of complete abandonment and peace. The noise of the device became more and more unbearable.
She came out of the shower still running, her heart as if it was going to come out of her chest and a nervousness that flooded her despite her newly relaxed will. He took a towel whose softness and freshly washed scent he could not even smell, wrapped himself in it and ran across the apartment to the phone that rang more loudly than ever.
He hesitated for a moment and accepted the call. Hello? - Hello? she said expectantly, almost fearful. A few seconds of silence passed, his mind spinning at a thousand revolutions per second, waiting for one of those terrible news that could appear at any moment without warning. Suddenly, a man's voice that bristled at the skin, almost robotic and without any trace of humanity, was heard on the other side of the line. She sighed, listened impatiently to the already ominously familiar speech that she almost knew by heart. Goddamn it! For the hundredth time, I don't want any pre-approved bank loans! she shouted defeated and whipped the horn to the ground, while the long, brown hair was still draining, forming a small puddle in the wood under her feet and on the other side of the apartment she saw the last sketches of steam from the bathroom disappear, taking with them all the serenity and harmony that that shower had given her.
