Showers seem like they were never meant for one person when you've had company. Lathering shampoo into your head and singing to your favorite song, smiling. Dancing like you're alone. Dancing like a fool. A beautiful fool. A happy one, at that. It's just, favorite memories lie in the water that went down the drain and god knows where else. Favorite memories lie blatantly on the cold tiles of the shower floor. Favorite memories are hushed by running water. Showers were never meant for one person.
