She sighed when she wrapped one of the large, soft towels around her body. The second towel she used to dry her hair. Then she used the towel from her hair to dry the floor. There wasn’t a towel rack, so she threw the towels over the door of the shower. She glanced down at the basket on the counter she had missed.
“There’s toothpaste and a freaking toothbrush!”
She quickly brushed her teeth and scrubbed her tongue. She felt so refreshed but also exhausted. Walking back into the bedroom, she was grateful that no one opened the door. It made her relax a little. The blue and white basket on the bed called to her. What clothes did they have?
New clothes were nonexistent in the tunnels, but people could trade for used clothing. The clothes she had worn for the raid were not her favorites. She worried she would ruin them, so she wore the overly large men’s pants and checkered shirt. They were threadbare and, thanks to Waller, missing the top buttons. She left them on the floor in the bathroom, not sure how to get them cleaned. Maybe she could wash them in the sink or shower. Faith would’ve been more than happy to jump in there again to do her laundry. It was double duty, and she would probably save water.
Laying out the unique items on the bed, she was surprised at the newness of the fabric. “Has anyone ever worn these things?”
There were several sweatpants and T-shirts, even underwear and a bra. No pajamas. She selected the largest T-shirt, which fell to her knees, and slipped on underwear.
“This will do,” she said.
Climbing onto the bed, she crawled up to the pillows. She pulled the sheets back and slid underneath the silky-soft material. It was like she was inside a cloud.
“This must be a dream. If it is, I never want to wake up.”
Those were her last thoughts before she drifted off into a deep sleep. Everything else forgotten.
