Another day, I think as my eyes open to meet the sun creeping in through the open spot in my window. The night cant last any longer, no more rest to be had today. I groan as I sit up in my bed, my legs meeting the cold air outside of my blankets.
I turn my head to check on Freya, my dove. She looks so peaceful all snuggled up into her own feathers like this, eyes closed without a care in this whole world. Protected. I grin at the memory of her getting used to being around me, I guess its even hard for animals to meet and trust new people in their lives.
Brushing my bare feet across the floors I make my way to the bathroom, going through my usual morning routine. Shower, get dressed for the day, and put on my makeup. Still pissed with the fact that my job wants to push my individuality out of the window by not letting me look the way I would like to look on the daily. At least masks are still normal to wear out that I don't get too many looks. One day ill be able to show who I really am to the business world, when im in my 80s and they deicide its retro now.
Making my way to the door, I slide on my shoes, grab my bag, and a cigarette. I'm a little early leaving today so I have time to catch a smoke break before I get onto the bus. I walk out into the warm summer air, sighing and brushing my hair off of my face already, knowing its only going to get warmer as the day heats. I brush off my annoyance at the idea and make my way to the bus stop, cigarette between my long nailed fingers. I'm enjoying the way it feels anymore, weird in the beginning but they're growing on me, literally. I laugh at myself in my head for the stupid morning thoughts that cross my mind as it begins to work, blowing out a puff between my lips.
The walk to the bus stop wasn't as bad as it could have been today, I could stand it to be winter time but ill take the mild sun for now. As soon as I make it to the stop, the bus pulls up. I guess the driver had an early morning too, even if only by a few minutes.
I climb into the bus, finding myself a spot on the right side, sitting down and putting my earbuds in to listen to something, anything, other than the other people surrounding me. I'm alert but quiet as the bus begins to move again. Scrolling on my phone and replying to my friend over Instagram (hey there) the morning moves a bit quicker than usual. I almost wouldn't have noticed him if it felt like my world hadn't frozen in place the moment my eyes met his.
I keep my mouth shut, even if it feels like I want to scream as the man it seems ive been looking for my whole life passes me on the bus. I immediately text my friend that a blonde man with pink ends just climbed onto the bus right after me, she just sends back a "told ya" and a few winky faces, id almost laugh if I wasn't so stressed out all of a sudden. I subconsciously make sure to fix my hair, brushing it the way I want it to look, and fixing my necklaces that sit around my neck.
It feels like no time has passed before I see him making his way back off of the bus, I notice the tattoo on his arm first, before I realize he talked to me.
"nice shirt" he says in a quiet voice before stepping off.
Its not even my best shirt.
