The sun dipped low over New York City, casting a golden hue on the bustling streets below as Alora Bardot hurriedly maneuvered through the crowds of people. A recent graduate struggling to break into the fashion industry, she juggled her dreams with...
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OCTOBER 11TH 1994
8:17 AM
Alora rolled around her bed with her eyes closed obviously awake but not wanting to get up from out her bed the phone beside her was helping as it rang and rang to the point where she had pillows covering both sides of her head it felt like over 5 minutes of being like this until she finally had gotten up.
Looking at herself in the mirror her cheeks looked flushed and you could clearly tell she had just woke up in her light pink pajamas as she rubbed her eyes, she stared at herself for a minute before getting up and doing her usual routine as her white fluffy cat Phoebe came out of nowhere and followed.
By the time she'd finished with everything and dressed in casual comfortable clothes replacing her pajamas she turned to look at the phone. By this point she'd been nervous one who it was on who to expect it was well she knew she shouldn't be silly that she barley knew or talked to anyone like that let alone gave out her number she'd wonder who had rang her that much as Jane was a 2 time caller you don't pick up once she'll call back don't pick up the second time then that'd be on you unless it was a serious matter.
The cat wandered and jumped onto her lap Alora felt out her mind and out her body from last night she tried to block it out but she clearly remembered and had nothing to say or try and think of it, that's how she dealt with things she always had a lot to say about something but she rather would just love without saying it to not sound like a burden it'd been a habit since she was a little girl, and plus to mention her feet was killing her right now.
She moved over and grabbed the phone looking at all the last numbers that had called her she kept seeing a continuous pattern of a unfamiliar number at this point her heart felt like it had dropped, she really wished she wasn't such a overthinker and had extreme anxiety she didn't think it was of course who it could be but if it was what could she say? She wished she didn't look through magazines so much as a kid let alone an adult it'd became a consistent habit and filled her with such delusion sometimes but it was fun to assume at least not out loud.
