Water, The Book Killer!

I am in my bathroom, I think brushing my teeth or something like that, and I see myself in the mirror sporting my old long hair, it's almost down to my chin (and it looks bomb). I am then shaving and look at the bathtub filled with water. A book is on the little bathtub ledge and just as I turned to look at the scene, the book started shifting in the direction of the water. As it was my text book for Asian History, I didn't want the book to be ruined. Despite all my effort at moving across the bathroom and desperately grasping for it, I failed to reach it on time. I saw it drop like a stone to the bottom. I picked it up after not even a second but it was too late, the book was soaked. I put it on the counter and used a towel to dry the cover at least, trying to do some good in a horrible situation. As I was wiping the cover, the paper completely gave way and ripped as soon as I applied the smallest amount of pressure. I lost the cover, and the ink of the book, page by page begain melting into one black blotch and mud began oozing out of the book onto the cold tiled floor. The mud felt grainy under my feet. The book was ruined, and I couldn't study for class. I didn't know that the loss of one book would have such a great effect on me, but I at once became greatly depressed and couldn't finish my dinner. I didn't want to go to the store and tell them I ruined the book.