JanetPlanet4211

Jon reached up to adjust the shower head. Having lost a few inches of height, he found that the most mundane things such as adjusting the angle of the flow of a shower head were now almost totally new experiences. Only 48 hours ago, in the same shower this feat was simple and required little thought. Now, barely able to reach the showerhead, even on tip toes it was a frustratingly almost impossible task and after nearly slipping and breaking his neck, he gave up, but not without slightly altering the flow so it shot over his head, blasting the back wall. “I’ll fine tune it later” he thought. “Are you all right in there?” he heard is ex wife’s voice asking from outside the bathroom door. “Yes, I’m fine, just a little trouble with the hot water.” He lied. It killed him to be honest about this. He looked down and had to admit to himself that he was glad she was there. He wiggled his now bare toes, still feeling disbelieve that the toes and the feet, legs and hips