Waiting for a roomy (open)

C.J. stared at the ceiling as he lay in bed. According to the clock by his head he had been out for two days. It was also apparently around mid day, and no one was in the dorm with him, which he assumed meant his roomy that he apparently had was out. He pondered the possibility of getting up and showering, but he was a bit too lazy. He tried to sigh but found his throat dry, devoid of moisture. Well, there was his answer, he had to drink. Of all the drawbacks of humanity reliance on water had to be the worst. Or possibly oxygen, the only thing that ages cells. He stood, dressed only in boxers, his shirt he had been wearing when he woke up now crumpled near what he remembered to be a laundry door, and for a minute admired his body in mirror. He wasn't vain, and he wasn't that good looking, but he was proud.

'At least I don't have a six pack to throw off the smooth muscles. I think that would be worse than a gut.'

Turning to his side for a moment he sighed. He had a bit too much bulk, he would have to tone it out. Compact and strong allowed for agility, or that’s what he thought he had heard. Moving into the bathroom he cupped his hands under the cool stream of water that came gushing out of the tap, drinking a mouthful, then a few more. The water was awful, of course. He had enjoyed pure rainwater for most of the past two years, as it was the only source he had, this tasted like it had sat in the pipes a little longer than he would have liked. But it cleared up eventually and the last mouthful he actually enjoyed.

'Well, I'm up already, I guess I'll take a shower. Toilet first though'

He moved to the toilet as he felt his kidney's protests at the fullness of his bladder. When he was done he stripped out of his boxers, grabbed a shirt and cargo pants, and some newer shorts, and entered the shower. He let the water run until it was hot before turning the cold on and stepping in. He almost melted, the water felt good. He noticed a bar of soap and some hair care products. Soaping what needed soaping he washed the suds off, shampooing and conditioning his hair. After washing both out he stood under the stream of water for a minute before turning it off.

'Time to get dressed, then to eat, maybe, later maybe, too full of water.'

Towelling dry he pulled on his clothes. He realised, but didn't particularly care, that this was the same shirt he had just slept in. C.J. went back to his bed and sat down, staring at the door.