It was 45 degrees Celsius outside. She was numb with the heat outside and the still cold marble on which she stood bare naked, staring up at it. Her hair was open, and she could feel the warm air brushing through her entire body yet giving her goosebumps from that intense sensation. A million thoughts raced through her mind, all at the same time, there was no room for wonder or no sense in making sense out of anything. Everything she was ever fearful about had suddenly come true. All her insecurities were taking a shape of reality. This was the time. The time to conquer all her fears.
As she looked at that shower head she thought of all the things she had ever been scared of. Right from her fear of heights, to losing her friends and love, to this, her fear of a cold, chilled shower. This was the busiest crossroad of her life, and an inner voice said to her that it was high time she started everything afresh without the fear factor.
The clock was ticking. She had been standing in the same position for the past one hour. In that time she had "almost" turned that faucet about a hundred times, but then she stopped herself just at that thought of facing one of the biggest concerns in her life. She thought that her heart would stop beating the very moment that chilled water touched her skin.
Finally she just closed her eyes, and turned that faucet for once. The water was colder than expected, and she did skip a heartbeat when it touched her skin. But then, she started enjoying it. The longest and coldest shower of her life changed her, changed her life, for good.
P.S. This is my first attempt at fiction. I wanted to stretch it a bit longer but since I have been out of touch off late I did not strain much on it.