Y/n worked at Joey Drew Studio's as an animator. In secret, she was the yongest animator. Being hired at 16 years old. But things start to go tight (you know, people start to go crazy...) and she quits her job. After 20 years, a letter from an old f...
Y/n groaned. The morning rays of the sun penetrated her eyes. An alarm clock rang loudly in her ears, and she reluctantly got up from a soft, comfortable bed.
She grunted under her breath and headed for the bathroom. She brushed her H/c, H/l and H/t hair in the H/s, brushed her teeth and did the usual morning routine. Well, you know, wash yourself, brush your teeth (as I said before), comb your hair (and this I also said), understand that you mixed up the left and right sneakers, finally wake up, annoing messages of friends and relatives. In general, the usual morning (I have not forgotten anything?).
She went downstairs, realized that she was still in her pajamas, went upstairs and (rummaged through the whole wardrobe, looking for the blouse she bought yesterday) put on a F/c T-shirt under a F/c/2 jacket, F/c/3 jeans and her necklace.
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(Your necklace)
After all, she went downstairs and brewed her favorite coffee.
Y/n POV
I sat at the table, finished the F/f, drank coffee that had already subsided. Perfect morning. But this is not a long time since the doorbell rang.
"Who needs to come here this early?" I asked no one in particular.
I went to the door and opened it. No one was behind the door, but I noticed that there was something in the mailbox. I went to him and opened. Inside was a pile of letters, and I took them. Then she went into the house and began to look through the letters.
