Emerging from the bathroom an hour later half asleep, she put the new nightgown on and climbed into bed.
In the bathroom she brushed her teeth and removed her clothing.
Destiny's voice came reassuringly from the bathroom as she played.
She jumped up, pushing them all away, darting for the bathroom with a hand over her mouth.
Lisa was making the beds one morning and Connie was in the bathroom brushing her teeth.
In her bathroom, she wiped her face with a cold rag and took a couple of aspirin.
She put the things in her bathroom and was returning to the bedroom when Cade knocked on her open door.
She dressed as the sun was sending its first rays through the bathroom window.
"This was originally an extra bedroom when I was a kid," Martha said, pointing out a converted bathroom with a metal walk-in shower.
After shaking the dice again, for turns in the single bathroom, we climbed the stairs to our rooms.
"I think this Youngblood guy is a scam," I said as I lustfully watched my wife through the half open bathroom door.
Crossing the threshold into the bathroom, she paused to look at herself in the mirror with a grimace.
Even the bathroom was too clean, she noticed.
With some regret, he rolled off her and padded to the bathroom, feeling her eyes on him.
He trotted up the stairs to the second floor of the house and walked into the bathroom, eager for his first hot shower in days.
Ignoring the hisses of the others, she locked herself in a bathroom stall and texted her boss, Dusty.
When she retreated to the bathroom, she flipped on the light, cringed, but forced herself to stare at her reflection in the mirror over the sink.
The next morning, Sofia awoke stiff and cold on the bathroom floor.
She shoved him away, landing hard on her backside while he careened into the bathroom wall.
She wiped blood from her face and crossed to the small bathroom off the bedroom.
She cleaned up and left the bathroom, freezing.
It was an independent lab and when Cynthia took a bathroom break and freed the phone, he telephoned.
Besides, the bathroom scale had reported a two-pound drop that morning.
She recalled people, places, and some routines, like those that human-Deidre did at least once a day: getting dressed, the bathroom, showering.
While he was in the bathroom she stripped down to the black underwear and gave her hair another brushing.
Finally, taking a deep breath, she walked close to the bathroom and leaned against the wall.
Checking the bathroom to make sure he wasn't there, she removed her belt and shoes.
I have to go to the bathroom first though.
Deidre crossed to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
She took a hot shower in the cramped bathroom off the side of her room then pulled on the clothes.
Emerging from the bathroom, she was confronted by a pacing Ully.
There were two beds in the room and a single bathroom off to one side along with a small living area.
Instead, she marched to the bathroom and took the hottest shower she could tolerate to try and take off the alcoholic edge.
In the large bathroom.s mirror, and her gaze was drawn to the lumpy scar marring one arm.
She left the bathroom light on and returned to her bed, chilled by the drafty chamber that was now hers.
"Kris tossed it all out after he found me knocked out on the bathroom floor last week," she admitted, rolling her eyes.