05-15-2009, 06:23 PM
I woke up this morning with the sun shining through my window, birds were chirping, and my hair-- lightly curled, and chestnut brown--despite sleeping 8 hours straight, was perfect. I rolled over, and there was my gorgeous boyfriend. Blond hair, blue eyes, toned body, the works. I gave him a kiss, and got out of bed.
That's when reality hit me. My hair was a mess. As always. A complete mess. My blankets and sheets were on the floor. I picked them up and placed them back on the bed. I didn't bother to make it. Outside the honking of cars, and bustling of the city sounded through my room. The lights of the street lamps now long gone, the sun shone in my window, reflected off the building across the street. I licked my lips. My mouth tasted horrible, I must have forgotten to brush my teeth last night. My lips were chapped as well. I stretched and sat back down on my bed. I fell backwards. My entire body was sore. I closed my eyes, breathed in a deep breath. It smelled like tobacco smoke and alcohol.
I don't remember last night. Just as well. It was probably just as crappy as today is going to be. I turn my head, checking the time on my Hello Kitty alarm clock. 6am, that's good, I think. My eyes adjusted, and focused on the hands of the clock.
Oh. No.
It was 8:50am.
I'm so screwed, I think quietly in my head. My mind is already racing.
I'm so late to class, is it worth going?
My hair is a mess.
I need to brush my teeth.
What happened last night?
I cover my face with my hand, and hold back a scream. I drag myself out of bed. The bathroom is down the hall. I hate this apartment. It's ugly blue walls with the peeling paint, and it's beaten down furniture. It's dark in the hallway. There are no windows here. I find the light switch, it's cold, just like the rest of the house. I walk down the hall, into the just as horrible and ugly bathroom. The sink's porcelain is no longer shiny and white. The faucet lacks a shine, too. There is no real shower. The shower lacks pressure. I favor baths, anyway. I turn on the light expecting this. Behold, it's the same as the last time I saw it. The bathtub is clean, as I left it, a day...or two ago.
I don't know what day it is, I realize.
I sigh, turning the water on in the bathtub to as hot as it can get. I test the water. Cold. I close the door to the bathroom, and lock it. This is the city, you never know what slime could sneak in. But it's an old lock, I don't know how protective it would be. I doubt by very much, but it calms me down a little. Something secure in a world so full of chaos. I test the water. Cool, but not cold. I plug the drain with a rubber stopper.
For the first time today, I looked in a mirror. My hair was knotted and greasy. My face still had some makeup on it. But other than that, it really wasn't too bad. I rarely break out. I'm actually lucky with that. I pick up my hairbrush and start to brush the knots out. It hurts a little.
The tub is almost filled. I put the brush down. I pull off my clothes. First my shirt, fitted and blue. Then I pulled my shorts off. Boxers, specifically. They were blue, too. They were my ex's. Then went my bra. Then my panties. Black with a purple butterfly on the ass.
I step into the tub, sliding myself down to the bottom. I lean back. The water feels warm now. It's relaxing. I sink deep in, until the water goes right below my nose. I dunk myself under.
Shampoo. Lather. Rinse.
Soap. Cloth. Body. Wash.
Cream. Lather. Shave. Ouch. Finish.
Breathe. Inhale, exhale.
The bathroom air smells wet and soapy.
I feel cleaner now. My body no longer feels dirty. I remove the rubber stopper. Tub drains. I step out and towel dry. It feels nice. My wet hair drips water down my back. I dry my hair with the towel too. It's much drier now. I splash some water in my face from the sink. It's cool. My makeup is gone now, my face is clean. My blue eyes glitter. I brush my hair again. It looks nicer now. I squeeze a little more water from it and I unlock the door. I wrap the towel back around me and pull the door open, I step out and the cold hits me like a solid, icy, wall. The hallway lights are still on, but one of the bulbs seems to have burned out. I'll have to remember to replace it later.
I walk to my kitchen and turn on the lights. Take the milk out of the fridge. Smell. Sour. I dump it down the drain, and let the sink run for a minute to get the sour smell out. I get out a glass, and take out the orange juice. I pour myself a glass. No pulp. Just how I like it. I take a sip, and look at the clock on the wall. 10am. Damnit. I put the glass down.
I return to my slum of a room. I turn the lights on, even though there is some sunlight, it's not enough. I drop the towel. I get my clothes for the day. My favorite acid wash skinny jeans, and a faded ACDC shirt. Also my ex's, but damn comfortable. I slide them on over some clean undergarments. I ruffle my long bangs a little with my hand. Still damn, but not wet. I return to the bathroom to fix my hair and put on some makeup. Purple eyeliner. I stick some clear lip gloss in my pocket, for now I just put on some pepperminty chapstick. My lips tingle in a delightful way.
I return to the kitchen and drink down my orange juice. Too late for class now, but I don't want to stay there. I go to my room again, and grab my cigarettes and my favorite zippo. I start to leave my room, but turn around and get my wallet, and my keys. Silly me, I almost forgot them.
I turn off all the lights I turn on. Put the glass from the orange juice in the sink, I can clean it later. I go to the door of my apartment, and I leave. I make sure to lock the door behind me.
*** End ***
Well? Any thoughts. I know I'm not the best writer, and I know I have a...different style of writing, but that doesn't make it wrong.
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If there are any typos, please point them out to me, I thought I got all of them, though.
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