Shaving in Fiction!!!

I shaved this morning and it occurred to me that a literary passage ought to be written about such an event.

He brought himself, after weeks of neglect, to the basin. The task had loomed, growing evermore insurmountable as each facial hair crawled farther outward from his face.

The thought of grooming himself had become terrifying. A looming mass of fiery, tentacled redness taunted him. His hand trembled as it reached for his dulled, weather-beaten Gilette Mach III.

Holding the razor poised to strike, he met the cold eyes of his reflection.

"Time to get your life together, hoss."

With that, he set to work.