The water drained. Fast. Clean. Silent.
It was Sunday morning, the kind with pale light slipping through the bathroom blinds and the faint sound of birds pretending the city wasn’t waking up. Nora stepped into the shower, turned the knob, and watched the water pool around her toes like a lazy, reluctant lake. how to get rid of hair from shower drain
Nora sighed, turned off the water, and grabbed her secret weapon: a pair of rubber gloves that had seen better days, and a flat-head screwdriver from the junk drawer. She knelt on the bathmat, the porcelain cold against her knees. The water drained