by Amber Lynn
The alarm sounded way too early the next morning, in my opinion, which at the time was the only one that mattered. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I hit the off button and made the trek to the bathroom.
My apartment only had a small bathroom that allowed a person the basic necessities. A toilet, a shower and a small sink was the total make-up of the room, and since I didn't waste any time worrying about what I looked like, it was more than enough for me. There was absolutely zero decorations in the room, so white paint on white fixtures was the general boring motif.
When I glanced in the mirror, I was a little shocked by how many directions my hair sprouted. My hair usually rested around my shoulders. It was thin, straight hair that somehow was sticking up to look like rays of sunshine coming out of my head. It was the most artistic my hair had ever been, but it looked frightening.
"Eek," I screeched. "What position did I have to sleep in to come up with this morning greeting?"
I ran a quick brush through it to get the tangles out and turned the shower on. After quickly washing my hair with my strawberry shampoo and conditioner, I toweled off and wrapped the towel around my hair to let it dry.
Remembering the "look professional" directive, I pulled out the one skirt I owned. It was a simple, black number that hit me right about the knees. I matched it with a hot pink button-up blouse and a pair of pink ballerina flats, because there was no way anyone got to see me in heels. I didn't actually own any, so they weren't even a possibility.
?Once dressed, I returned to the bathroom and ran the brush through my still damp hair. Blow-drying took way too much time, so I usually just let it air dry. Since it was one of the few times I dressed up, I decided to add some mascara, eyeliner and eye shadow to my eyes.
If Frannie could see me, she'd laugh hysterically. I didn't think I'd worn makeup once in the three years we'd known each other. Just for fun I dabbed on a little lip gloss with a faint pink tint.
On my way out the door, I grabbed a couple granola bars to eat on the way to work. It was seven-thirty and the sun was already shining bright. The weather said it was supposed to be eighty degrees out with a spotty chance of rain. I loved warm rain; it was too bad my plans included being stuck inside all day.