This could become something...fair warning, it has not been proofread at all...
The water was hot, nearly painfully so. It poured from the showerhead and instantly filled the tiny bathroom with steam, banishing the chill that had resided in it so recently. He felt the water scorch his skin red, felt his body respond as capillaries, arteries, and veins expanded increasing his blood flow and giving the illusion of supercharging his sense of touch. He knew the heat and steam was casuing him to sweat even under the sluicing of the scalding water. He imagined he could feel the difference between the slick, sticky sweat and the hot, cleansing water. The steam thickened, choking his lungs and they filled. It was getting distinctly hard for his smoke damaged lungs to sift the air from the steam and spread oxygen throughout his body. Still he remained, shutting his eyes and turning his face into the spray, then the feeling struck him, just as it had since he was a child. When deprived of his sight, for as long as he could remember, the feeling would come. Not always, but far too often, always clearest when he was alone, like now. He could see, not with his eyes but that did not make the details any less clearer. It pressed itself against the glass door of his shower, its features indistinct through the fogged and shaped glass except where the pressure of its attentions were greatest. Its mouth was like some hideous cross between that of a lamprey and a squid. It was perfectly circular and ringed with hooked teeth, barbed along the inside edge. Within that hellish circle was a squids powerful shredding beak that seemed to traverse the inside of the mouth with a mind all its own, going so far as to nip and bite and the top of sounds of its tissue prison. The things body was the color of rotten kelp floating of the surface of a hot lake in summer, there was no hair to disguise its features. It had no eyes, only flat plains of barely opaque green skin, simple holes for ears and nose. Its breasts squeaked obscenely against the glass they were crushed against when the thing attached its outer mouth to the glass like a suction, the tentacle like nipples scraping tips of sharp bone against the barrier. Every detail was perfect and horrifying and his eyes snapped open as the feeling came to him but of course, he was alone in the bathroom as far as he could see, but the feeling remained and he could not bring himself to close his eyes to enjoy the shower again. He abruptly shut it off and opened the door, cracking a window high up on the wall he wallowed in the cold air greedily pouring over his super-heated body, enjoying it as much as he had enjoyed the heat of the shower. He still moved carefully about the bathroom, fearing that if he stepped too quickly he would bump into something, something with teeth.
The water was hot, nearly painfully so. It poured from the showerhead and instantly filled the tiny bathroom with steam, banishing the chill that had resided in it so recently. He felt the water scorch his skin red, felt his body respond as capillaries, arteries, and veins expanded increasing his blood flow and giving the illusion of supercharging his sense of touch. He knew the heat and steam was casuing him to sweat even under the sluicing of the scalding water. He imagined he could feel the difference between the slick, sticky sweat and the hot, cleansing water. The steam thickened, choking his lungs and they filled. It was getting distinctly hard for his smoke damaged lungs to sift the air from the steam and spread oxygen throughout his body. Still he remained, shutting his eyes and turning his face into the spray, then the feeling struck him, just as it had since he was a child. When deprived of his sight, for as long as he could remember, the feeling would come. Not always, but far too often, always clearest when he was alone, like now. He could see, not with his eyes but that did not make the details any less clearer. It pressed itself against the glass door of his shower, its features indistinct through the fogged and shaped glass except where the pressure of its attentions were greatest. Its mouth was like some hideous cross between that of a lamprey and a squid. It was perfectly circular and ringed with hooked teeth, barbed along the inside edge. Within that hellish circle was a squids powerful shredding beak that seemed to traverse the inside of the mouth with a mind all its own, going so far as to nip and bite and the top of sounds of its tissue prison. The things body was the color of rotten kelp floating of the surface of a hot lake in summer, there was no hair to disguise its features. It had no eyes, only flat plains of barely opaque green skin, simple holes for ears and nose. Its breasts squeaked obscenely against the glass they were crushed against when the thing attached its outer mouth to the glass like a suction, the tentacle like nipples scraping tips of sharp bone against the barrier. Every detail was perfect and horrifying and his eyes snapped open as the feeling came to him but of course, he was alone in the bathroom as far as he could see, but the feeling remained and he could not bring himself to close his eyes to enjoy the shower again. He abruptly shut it off and opened the door, cracking a window high up on the wall he wallowed in the cold air greedily pouring over his super-heated body, enjoying it as much as he had enjoyed the heat of the shower. He still moved carefully about the bathroom, fearing that if he stepped too quickly he would bump into something, something with teeth.