The sun is out again today. There has been a lot of rain late summer, but fall is closer than I realize. I open the blinds to let blades of light fall on the bed. It’s a day to wake up early. I need to go to the post office, the library, and call my cousin for his birthday. The clock above my desk reads 7:53. It’s too early to do any of that.
I get a glass of water from the kitchen, take my multi-vitamin, and put in my contacts. With eyes still puffy from sleep and it takes two tries to get them to stay. My nails are chipped. I need to paint them before this weekend. Another wedding. I imagine there will start being a lot of them.
Slipping off my nightgown, I pull on the dress I’ll probably wear. The straps wrap loosely around my neck. The body hugs my ribs. It’s as good as any I’d buy. It fits, though I wish I had started running again sooner. I always forget to run. It would probably look better with a tan, but I don’t have the time or money. It doesn’t matter that much anyway. At least the shoes are awesome. Brown wedges two inches too tall for me to ever be comfortable in, but oooh. so cute.
My mom just bought me lipstick. I haven’t worn it yet, but it might look good with the dress. My mom never goes anywhere important without lipstick on. I search my makeup drawer. Eye shadow. Moisturizer. Some pencil brush thing I don’t know how to use. I find three tubes of mascara and realize I don’t go anywhere important without it.
I watch myself in the mirror. I guess I look like a grown up. There is a picture on my dresser from high school. I try to decide what’s different. I look about the same. I haven’t gotten too much bigger or smaller. My hair is just as curly, though it’s getting darker every year. Someone said red recently.
I pull away from the mirror. I can’t do this all morning. It’s already 8:30. Unzipping my dress, I make sure to put it back on the hanger. I smell the espresso on the stove. He’s already left for work. The mornings are all mine.
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