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against the wall, wondering if she’s having residual effects from the dream.
    Stepping back towards the sink, her eyes continue to look in the mirror, scared that whatever that thing was will reappear if she looks away. Picking up the glass on her sink, she fills it up with water. Popping the two Tylenol into her mouth, she swallows them down, then grabs her toothbrush and brushes her teeth. Rinsing her mouth out, she puts her toothbrush and glass back on the sink.
    Stepping towards the shower, she stares at the curtain. “I’m being ridiculous,” she tells herself.
    Grasping the curtain, she takes a deep breath and yanks it back, revealing her tub and shower. The clean, white tile with shampoo, conditioner, and body soap sitting in a shower caddy, her loofah hanging in wait. Shaking her head, her mind still rattled, she turns back towards her mirror, but only sees the reflection of her bathroom. Turning back towards the tub, she turns on the shower and pulls the curtain closed. Pulling her pajamas off, she places them in the hamper as steam from the shower begins to fill the bathroom. She turns the water from hot to medium and steps in, closing the curtain around her.
    As the water runs down her body, her hair becomes saturated. She closes her eyes as images of the man with the red eyes replay over and over in her mind. She begins to wash, then condition her hair. Running her hands through her hair, she tries to get her mind off of whatever is mind-fucking her tonight. Picking up her loofah, she squeezes body soap onto it, running it over her body. As she rinses the soap off, her mind begins to wander as it drifts into a fog.
    The water running into the tub begins to shift, taking shape. Fingers erupt from the water, and gently begin moving up her feet and over her ankles. The touch is light and seductive. She turns her back to the showerhead as the fingers turn into hands. Moving up her body, they gently grasp her arms. The water from the showerhead begins shifting, forming arms that extend out from the hands. A chest, waist, legs, and head begin to solidify. The clear water begins to change to more of a flesh tone. Dark brown hair forms on the head of the man standing with her. He’s naked and he gently presses against her. His hands move around her body, his chest presses against her back, and his hardened length presses against her ass. She gasps as his hands move to her breasts, kneading them gently. He presses a kiss against her shoulder. Leaning back into him, she feels one hand move from her breast and float down her abdomen. Reaching her sensitive skin, his fingers press between her folds. His hand grips her thigh and he pulls it up, lifting it to rest on the side of the tub. Gliding his hand back down the inside of her thigh, he begins circular motions on her mound. She moans as his length presses hard against her. He growls into her ear and his teeth nip her neck.
    The ringing of Lisa’s phone snaps her from her daze. Looking around her shower, she’s alone. She removes her fingers from between her legs. Her body begins to shake because she’s not sure what just happened to her. Turning off the shower, she reaches out and grasps her towel. Drying her hair quickly, she wraps the towel around her slender frame and pushes the curtain open. Stepping out onto the bathmat, she stands there for a moment, collecting herself. Closing her eyes, she again counts to ten.
    “Please let whatever’s happening stop. I can’t do this. Not today, not ever. Please make it stop.” Opening her eyes, she looks around her bathroom, wondering if whatever was in the mirror will make another appearance, or if she’ll be given the gift of peace. The water draining down her tub makes a soft groan, as the remains of the seductive demon disappears.
     
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    Tonight’s the big event that Lisa's been planning. She’s hosting one of the red carpet events in Manhattan. "The Movie of the Year" is hosting the celebrities