100 Words a Day 538

Years of fickle showers had taught him to be an expert knob-turner. He set the water and walked away, knowing it would need time to settle on a temperature. He placed his towel on one radiator and his robe, which he had inherited from his grandfather, on the other. When he stepped into the shower, the water was hot, quickly washing the chill of the day from his bones and down the drain. Several minutes passed while he let the warmth sink in, feeling his skin expand at the heat. A hot towel waited for him and after, the robe.