𝒟𝒶𝒹𝒹𝓎 𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓊𝑒𝓈~

All too familiar

Darkness.

It filled my room from the minute I opened the door. The large oak door slammed shut behind me.

Damn, this place definitely didn't have the best doors, did it?

I made my way over to the wall beside the door, finding the light switch with my hand.

A bit of anxiety started in my stomach, causing my stomach to feel like a bottomless pit.

As my fingertips grazed the light switch, I flipped it up.

The lights blinked on, filling the room with a familiar glow.

Phew.

My eyes searched the newly lit room. I had just got back from about 2 hours of helping a mob boss.

What was it with that guy?

Whatever it was, I didn't really care. He was just...strange. I couldn't put my finger on a better word to describe him.

Finally, my eyes caught on my vanity and stool. Pushing my hair behind my ear, I made my way over.

As I walked over, I dropped my purse on my bed hearing the clink clack of the chain links hitting each other.

My soft hands grazed over the side of my vanity; I sat down on the stool, letting my hands release themself from the desk.

I pulled my hair out from under my shirt, lifting it up and pulling it into the outside.

I hadn't noticed some hair had snuck under my shirt while I was walking, oh well.

After they finished the back of my hair, my hands went to my hairline, pushing their way into the ginger strands of hair in the front.

They parted my hair pushing it back behind me, almost slicking my hair back, despite not using gel.

My hair only held a bit of that form.

After tending to my hair, I decided it was makeup time.

I opened the drawer to my vanity, my eyes searching for my makeup remover.

Upon finding the wipes, I put the package on my desk, closing the drawer.

My nails had a bit of an issue opening the package, but it was done nonetheless.

I pulled a wipe from the package and unfolded it in my hand before taking it to my face.

The wipe did it's work, wiping the makeup off of my face. My hand brought it in circles and up and down strokes.

As my hand did it's work, my hair bounced a bit.

Once all my makeup was off, I felt like I had a blank palette to work with.

Being the artist I was, I grabbed one of my brushes and set them out.

My hands searched about my desk, finally settling on a primer.