The girl in the shower

She slips off her dress, and her panties come off next - after testing the water, and stepping in, she closes her eyes, wetting her curls. her mind wanders to this morning, the bakery she passed, delicate puffy pastries in the window. pastries with iced pink flowers. the ones she hurried by, while trying to catch her train. she massages her skin - perfuming it with a light jasmine smell. the soft floral flowers, she breathes, remembering the park she jogged to - her cool face, and wet breath in the frigid air. passing the bench, the bench for which she thought she should sit. but, in her haste to get back home, and inhale the stale air she preferred - of her apartment - she never stopped. the fresh air was too fresh. wrapping the towel around her frame, and she stepped out into the humid air of the bathroom. she sat down. and she liked the way the stale air sneaked in from under the door.

-z
*note: this was a prose poetry practice for my creative writing class. And this is after my teacher read it and gave me opinions.