You stood in the shower, leaning forward, hands pressing against the front wall, providing much needed support. You had your eyes closed, the showerhead directed at the top of your head, hot water cascading down over your body. You hated mornings; you hated everything about them. Everyone that knew you avoided meaningful interaction with you until after 9:00 am, and those that did not obey this rule suffered a fate worse than death. You heard the shuffle of the shower curtain and felt the presence of someone behind you.