Glitter Glitches

Part 1 - The moment

The moment was profound.

The moment was mine.

The moment was all I dreamt it would be.

Little did I know the moment would expire, how was I to know that moment would turn into my satire?

As my glitters turned to glitches and the memory of his kisses turned sour, I was left loose around the edges and brokenhearted.

I snapped my head up when a loud thud shook me wide awake.

I turned my head and frowned at the stack of papers smacked down on my desk.

A set of perfectly manicured stiletto nails drummed the surface next to it.

Oh, shiz.

Somehow, through the sleepy fog clouding my brain, I registered that the claw belonged to the wicked witch of Vogue. I immediately jolted to attention and pushed my hair off my face only to find a neon pink sticky note stuck to my cheek. I Groaned and plucked it from my cheek then slapped it back down on the table.

I forced a smile on my face and looked up at Queen Vogue—Tiffany Harris.

I knew I was in trouble. I slept little to nothing last night to make today's deadline but there was no point in hoping Tiffany understood the concept of compassion.

Tiffany sighed and looked down at me like I was something she scraped off the bottom of her shoe. She had a sneer on her baboon-butt-pink lips. She lightly tapped the pile of documents on my desk. "Get these done. I want them on my desk ASAP." Her eyes slowly trailed over my appearance. "You're a mess, go fix your hair. This is Vogue, for crying out loud." She turned and cat-walked back to her office.

I frowned and stuck my tongue out at her. Knowing my luck, the witch probably had eyes in the back of her horns, so I quickly pulled my tongue back into its face hole.

The door to her lair closed and I relaxed until my eyes caught the wet drool patch on my desk calendar. Ugh, did she see this?

I slumped back into my chair and turned to the paperwork weighing my desk down. Adulthood doesn't get nearly enough credit for its uncanny ability to kick you when you're down.

I stared at the stack of papers that had just become my date for the evening. Guess it will be another late night.

I closed my eyes and rested my head against the chair. I thought about the little nightmare I had before Tiffany woke me and shuddered.

If only it had been just that. A nightmare.

I simply resorted to only referring to it as the 'The Moment'.