Dry face. Dry lips. Dry hands. Dry feet.
Every inch of me was dry. My skin was screaming for some form of moisturiser but there was none around.
It was the most torturous feeling, walking around with dry skin. I wasn’t able to just hop out of the shower and go about with my day, so why did I think it was a good idea to shower here?
I mean who doesn’t have moisturiser in their house? That’s actually a sacrilege. It should be a sin not to have a least one tube of body cream in your house.
I felt like crying, real tears were threatening to fall.
I could feel the tightness from all around. It was the worst feeling ever, I felt like I was on fire.
My thoughts turned to the tube that I had placed on my dresser, the night before. It was way to big to fit in my bag, I thought at the time, but I should’ve found a way to make it work.
But living in the land of should’ve wasn’t going to make any difference now; there was no moisturiser in the here and now and there was no way to change that fact.
Begrudgingly, I began to dress and left the bathroom. I gave Godfred a nod goodbye as I stepped back into the room and he muttered a sleep laced bye.
We would be having words later.
Body cream would have to be provided next time if he was to ever expect a sleep over again.
As I made my way to the door, a bottle of Palmer’s Cocoa Butter, wedged in between the side of the bed, caught my eye.
Shaking my head I realised we must’ve knocked it off the dresser when we got in.
It was far too late to apply it now. I would just have to grin and bare it until I got home.