she woke up and saw that an alien was outside her window with flowers. she got up and started to get coffee made from the ashes of her enemies.
"death tastes amazing today"
she went to her closet and entered into a new world. she wanted to wear leather that day so she went and hunted for a tiger and skinned its striped skin off and wore it as a coat.
"my kinda leather"
she went out of the closet and back to her room. she looked at herself in a crescent shaped mirror and told herself, "bronwyn, you look like a pillow that has been scratched by a cat then pooped on by the cat, covered in blood as well and been run over by a truck with 5 feet wide wheels. and that's okay"
bronwyn opened up the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and picked her face for the day. she settled for a tan face with bright olive eyes, small doll lips and a scar on the nose. bronwyn often wondered what it would be like if she had been born in the world above. she meant those who are fortunate enough to be able to walk upside down in the sky. she remembered her fear of heights and thanked her mother for being born down under.
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