The birds chirping outside my window wake me up from my sleep. I thank God I'm not a deep sleeper because I can't stand the sound of alarm clocks. I sit up on my bed and just look around admiring my room. I recently remodeled it and I couldn't be any happier with the outcome. I went with a pastel green and pink color scheme. Those two colors make me so happy.
Anyway enough looking around, I open the canopy over my bed and climb down from the loft area using the ladder. I land on the soft rug below and smile to myself; it is shaped like a tulip. I walk straight ahead to my bathroom and clap to turn the lights on. I squint as the light is almost blinding.
My mirror stares at me from across the bathroom. It is decorated with sticky notes from my friends, each one has something they like about me. I read every single one of them before brushing my teeth with my new electrical toothbrush. I finally decide it is a good time to see and put my contacts in. My reflection becomes clear and I stare at my face...I am so gorgeous. Like seriously I am borderline perfect.
I giggle to myself and walk out of my bathroom to my walk-in closet. I look around at my vast amount of clothes and finally decide on my outfit for the day. My built-in skincare and makeup station is basically calling my name at this point. I make my way towards it and prepare myself for the extensive amount of time I am going to spend doing my skincare and makeup.
YOU ARE READING
Sentinel
General FictionEyes are the window to the soul, a place that's often hidden behind the hoax that people try and portray as their lives. The soul can be a flower amongst the rubble or a toxic wasteland hidden behind the fields.
