
My eyes slowly blinked open. The silence of the house and the warmth of my blanket kept me still and calm. The sun beaming through my windows, the fan slowly spinning. It’s quiet. It’s still. It’s calm…
EER! EER! EER!
My eyes shot open and the fan began spinning faster. Staggering out of bed I turned off my alarm clock. Due to not drinking the night before, my head felt as it should.
I picked up my phone and began checking my emails and Instagram as I walked into the bathroom. Cancellation emails flooded my inbox as my phone vibrated and buzzed. It was my agent. Furrowing my brows and scoffing I declined the call, sending it to voicemail and aggressively threw my phone on the sink counter. My hands over my face, I took a deep breath as my hands fell onto the counter. Shaking my head I turned on the shower.
Stepping out of the shower onto the cold marble floor I brushed my teeth and grabbed some outfit choices. Throwing them on and shoving plenty to the side, I decided on red bellbottoms and a white shirt. Walking back into the bathroom I curled my hair and bangs, grabbed my phone and threw on some classic black converse. Very 80’s themed.
Looking through my collection, I grabbed a small red leather purse and headed out the door.
Stepping into my car I drove around with no sense of a destination. I couldn’t go anywhere outside of Lime Grove so I was limited. I found myself at the cafe and walked inside, the smell of freshly brewed black coffee, pancakes, and syrup wafted into my face. Inhaling deeply I looked around laying my eyes upon someone familiar.
Sliding into his booth - unannounced - I couldn’t help but ask,
“Were you at Club 14 last night? Flying squirrel onesie right?”
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“Let’s go move it, move it!” Said little tiny braincells with large hammers in their hands. Lining up on a wall The Brain yelled. “Get ready… fire!” They began aggressively pounding at the walls with all their might and strength. “That’s right! Keep hitting!” The Brain yelled.
Back in the real world I groaned at my pounding head from my hangover. Stepping onto my floor - my legs wobbling - I stumbled into the bathroom. Holding myself up by my sink, I looked through my medicine cabinet and grabbed the Advil. Twisting the top and shaking two into my hand I hesitated and shook one more. Grasping a wine glass and filling it with water I swallowed the three pills with a grunt, blinking my eyes open to wake myself up. Sighing I turned on the shower and got inside.
Wrapping a towel around me, I brushed my teeth and hair and began looking through my closet for the perfect outfit. I threw on a black one piece, tying a white jacket over my shoulders and putting a beret on my head.
Doing my makeup of a dark eyeshadow, winged liner, highlight, blush, and a maude lip I stared at myself in awe. Grabbing a small black purse throwing my phone, notebook, and pen inside I pulled on some black thigh-high boots.
Walking outside I ordered my bodyguard into driving me to the garden. When I arrived I threw him a thank you and walked through.
The garden was my thinking place. Where I could clear my head and gather ideas and thoughts for my clothing line. I took out my notebook and pen and brainstormed. Taking in deep breaths of the herbal air I wandered around looking for my usual spot.
As I rounded the corner I found it was occupied by Diego, my cru- I mean - the persons foot I licked the night before. My arms falling to my side and a smirk creeping onto my face.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Diego Garza.” I said. “You’re in my spot.”
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@sofia - Kato
@dearest - Diego