I sighed, wrapping a towel around my waist as I stepped out of the shower. This bathroom was so black. I didn’t know why I chose this color when I was already so miserable. I placed both hands against the sink counter as I stared at my reflection in the mirror.

My hair was dripping wet. I barely had an undercut anymore as my hair started to grow again. There was stubble growing as well, all over my chin and jaw.

The bathroom door opened and I glanced at the figure. My wife leaned against the doorway, wearing her silk nightgown and robes.

I ignored her and picked up my razor, wetting it under the sink.

As expected, she took the razor from me and pulled out some shaving cream.

“I can do it myself…” I said with a scoff.