A Million Reasons To Smile

II - Adaptation

adaptation - the process of change by which an organism or species becomes better suited to its environment.

Aubrey's POV

I woke up in the morning, feeling groggy, my eyes sore and red from the tears I had sobbed last night whilst falling asleep. It only just hit me then, the reality of the fact we were leaving the place we had loved and resided in for 10 whole years, so go somewhere we didn't know from a bar of soap.

People say that adapting is one of the most important values in life, as things have the ability to adapt every split second. And I say that's true, but as everything is, it's easier said than done. How to part with sentimental things? Is that classified as adapting?

The thoughts stream through my head as I sit as stiff as a log in my bed, keeping to one spot in particular of the whole area in my queen sized bed. The warm spot.

There was a study somewhere about a year ago, that daydreaming/ staring out the window is good for humans. It was proven that although you may think you know your brain, characteristics, and inner human, you don't until you daydream. As you daydream, you explore and unlock new characteristics inside of you, as you think, deep down and hard. It is also a stress relief, and even I admit, thinking about how the fresh start will be and what I will do, soothes my mind. But not my eyes.

Feeling agitated from the constant burn on my red under-eyes, from rubbing with a tissue, I lug myself out of bed and regain my posture as my feet hit the ground, my back straightening, I stretch it back, and my arms rolls out with more space.

I turned back and faced my bed, pulling the cotton sheets tightly on my bed, folding and tucking tightly for a more comfortable, tidy bed. I roll up the silk duvet, making it cover the bed evenly, before fluffing up my pillows and cushions, and arranging them neatly on my bed.

When I turn away, I stretch my back once more before making my way to the bathroom. I push open the door and instant shock runs up my body as my feet unite with the cold linoleum floor.

"Cold, cold!!" I shiver, as I hop around on the floor, eventually giving up and heading back to my room to put my bed socks back on again. I took them off in bed last night.

I pick up my bed socks off the ground, slipping them on my feet. I feel instant relief as I had back to the bathroom for my second attempt to get ready.

When I turn to face the mirror, I look at my reflection. Spray tan that is slowly fading, brunette regrowth at the top of my blonde dyed hair, and prickly legs. I needed another go with that spray tan, bleach, and razor. But I decide not to. The study proven right, the daydream really did affect me. Be natural. I rampage the cupboards and finally pull out what I need, color remover.

I pull on the handle to the shower, the water slowly bursting to life, the power of it attacking my back, as if it's a massage. I rinse my hair thoroughly and grab all of the products I will need and begin. I start by following the instructions on the package of the color remover, and lather it up with my Palmolive Naturals shampoo, on my scalp, leaving it to set for a few minutes, I decide to wash my face.