My full length bedroom mirror is always streaked. I emerge from the shower, dripping wet and stand before it. Light streaming in gives me a God like ambience. I let it play upon my sculpted arms, shoulders and chest, my six pack abs, chiseled quads and calves. My neck in profile is statuesque. Definition and bulk balance perfectly.
If my pillows could speak what haosannas they would emit.
But these damn mirror streaks ruin everything. Spraying only makes it worse. My perfection is damaged. Perhaps the Gods are jealous.
Now the puddles created on the floor from my shower are a separate issue.
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