Fusion and Iron

14. Buttercup's Day Out

As the first rays of dawn filtered through viridian curtains, soft morning light cast a warm glow over a small room. The image of a tall, handsome man in a red, white, and blue patriotic uniform standing tall with his hands on his hips surrounded by bright stars stood out on white concrete walls. He smiled widely, his cape flowing in a particular direction almost representing the American flag. Around him in a bold font was 'Major Glory'' in white. Slightly covering his face was a signature written with a black marker as 'M. G.' with the phrase 'Here's to my number one fan, Butterdish!'

Pinned up on the wall beside him were several other images taped to the wall; ranging from hardcore to punk rock bands, a woman in a club with a big afro was caught being shot under a disco ball. Many of these were playfully dramatic, ranging from wide-screen shots of an entire band lined up like a firing squad to a single singer desperately holding onto the mic under his faint stage light.

A birch dresser lit up the room under the light, reflecting off of the mirror and gazing at the room in front of it. A dozen different items ranging from black boxing gloves to a box of assorted lipstick had been spread out across the counter, bringing some life to this dull furniture. The pair of action figures standing near the edge were pointing at one another, one reaching for an obnoxiously designed space gun while the other held up a laser sword. A couple of small knick-knacks from previous vacations stood out on small shelves, a little sailboat fighting against a rather flat sparkly sea in a glass globe. Taped more specifically on the mirror itself was an old sticky note written in a fine print, blue ink. 'Don't forget to love yourself! -Bubbles'

Beside it, a birch desk with a padded black office chair sat snugly next to a window. The desk lamp was off, hugging a computer monitor with a minimalist white keyboard and mouse underneath; down on the ground, specifically positioned on the top of a dark gray carpet over a little stand, a white computer brain slept comfortably. The wires were tucked in the back, wild and unkempt in the extended outlet bar.

The shining glory of this room was a large display case, housing its own tiny lights which had been shut off for now. Resting in neatly polished glass were dozens of small trophies, medals, and awards all neatly spread out for many to enjoy. In the near center, an image of Professor Utonium and the three Powerpuff Girls shined the brightest. His eyes were squinted shut, a wide smile on his face as he had his arms surrounded by all three. The girls seemed much younger, also happily bundled together front and center with their own unique poses to add to the charm. A blue ribbon laid over part of the portrait titled over some awards show, indicating winning the first prize in an old superhero contest.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

An insistent beeping noise pierced the air, stirring the girl lying comfortably in her big bed. Slouching on the birch bed stand was a digital alarm clock, displaying the hour '8:00' in bright red numbers. Slightly it stirred in its mission, rotating over toward her after each beep.

After some grimace in annoyance, she painfully reached a handout and silenced the alarm. Despite her initial reluctance to leave the comfort of her bed, she knew that duty called. With a resigned sigh, she swung her legs over the edge and rubbed her eyes.

Buttercup's hair was slightly strained over her face unbrushed. With the sheets pushed back toward the foot of the bed, all she had to wear was a loose charcoal black band t-shirt (which comfortably hugged her chest) and tight black panties.
She pushed herself upright, her bare feet padding softly against the plush carpeting as she made her way toward the window.

Drawing the curtains back, the sight of a fresh dawning over Pokey Oaks North brought some relief to her. The cool morning breeze, the crisp air seeping in, and the faint sounds of hovercars passing by left a tired grin on her face. The tranquil scene had her feeling determined, underneath the lethargy and heavy head from waking up so quickly. It was another day, one hopeful and positive.