Location: Gramercy Apt<br/>Tag: None<br/>Time: Early evening<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><br/>Sarah took a slow, warm and soothing shower. The sound of the warm water running on her back and on her head feeling like an hypnotyzing song, as her tired eyes closed; Images of that day rushed past her eyelids: the night... the tickets... the train... the Plaza... the apartment buildings... Jaz...<br/>A satisfied smile appeared on her thin lips, casually slurping at the warm waterdrops on them. Steam filled the shower's cubicle, feeling denser and denser, almost making her feel about to drown on her feets. "Enough" thought her, before quickly running her hands to the water-mixer, praying that no iron-melting or lava-icing water would come out in the few, daring instants that follows the end of a shower's rain.<br/><br/>Slowly she dipped ouside the cubicle, the warm droplets of water running over her pale, smooth skin, her dopper hairs sticking to her neck and back like old, rusty copper wires. With difficulty, the girl managed to get her steam-covered glasses, a dense fog still floating in the room, but once a towel was tied around her chest and she ventured outside, the smell of apples and cinnamon reminded her of the hearty, warm and welcoming ambient she was now living. Feeling her eyes burning, ready to cry in joy, she looked with a deep, satisfied sigh the living room trough the corridor <<...home...>>