Broken Connection

9

The next day was a Sunday, and I thankfully didn't have to work. My boss closed the coffee shop every Sunday so that people had to stay home with their families, which made little sense because they could just go to a different shop. Either way, I wasn't mad because I got Sundays off of work.

When the clock hit 8 I decided I couldn't lay in bed any longer. I had already been awake for hours, and my body was starting to ache from staying in one place.

I quickly scrubbed my face and brushed my teeth. Even if I was kind of sad hygiene was still important to me.

My stomach bruise was fading, and the bruise on my wrist was almost completely gone. The only obvious indication that I was hurt at all was my knee, which had scabbed over again. I sighed and put ointment on it, making sure it was well bandaged. It would be gone in a few days, but I hoped it didn't leave a scar.

Moseying into the kitchen, I whipped myself up a gourmet breakfast of scrambled eggs and buttered toast. I hate coffee, so I opted for orange juice instead.

I couldn't get that dream out of my head. That boy was so familiar that it left me unsettled, and the look on my fathers face that day was seared into my mind.

I had tried my hardest to forget that, but it was always there. The dream usually came back every time I got worked up about something, which, lately, was a lot more often.

After I finished my breakfast and cleaned up after myself I went into the bathroom once again and examined all of the makeup on my countertop. For someone who usually went with a decently natural face every day the amount of makeup I owned was unreasonable. There were powders and bronzers and eyeshadow pallets everywhere, and my mess was far from what others would call organized.

I nodded my head, put on my chill playlist, and got to work on giving myself the upgraded version of my face. When I was done I examined myself in the mirror, grinning at what I saw. I had done a red cut crease with a stunning gold lid and nude lips, and I was living for it. For once my foundation was flawless and my pores were not as big as they could have been. This face was just too good to waste at home.

I quickly threw on an all black outfit. I was too lazy to actually look for something that matched my makeup, so I decided to just not do color at all.

The time in the elevator seemed twice as long as normal, but my mood had steadily been improving since I picked up my primer. A little extra time wouldn't hurt me.

I practically skipped down the road to the bus stop that would lead me to the mall. I didn't really need anything, but there were stores where I knew that I would get compliments from the employees, so I was going anyway.

My eyes turned up with my cheeks as a grin broke out across my face.