walking into the bathroom, i leave the door open since the house feels as if it's going to accumulate a fire. i probably should've asked michael if he could turn the hot air off for a while, but i already came in their house and took over ashton's room. i don't really want to attempt controlling the heater.
i open the left drawer to a comb, brush, and razor. i sigh and close it, opening the right to a pencil sharpener and shaving cream. where the hell could the toothpaste and toothbrush be? i close the right drawer and open up the mirror cabinet. bottles fall one after the other from the cabinet, startling me.
