A coda/sequel thing
Hello all, I have a little bit of a fic that comes from the verse of my last story, only from the opposite point of view. It's only 263 words and much happier than the first story. I guess my muse wouldn't let me be done until I ended semi-happily.
Here it is:
A Good Day
I look in the mirror and grimace. I'm so short that sometimes it seems like I can barely see into the mirror and I swear this mirror makes me look even tinier. Unstyled, my hair hangs about my face with almost an inch of roots showing. I was too tired last night to take off my make-up and now it's encrusting my eyes, the indigo eyeshadow and black eyeliner smearing down my face. I resist the temptation to mess it up more out of spite and grab a cotton swab and dip it into the make-up remover to begin renovating my face.
Sam comes into the bathroom, pajama-clad and yawning. A kiss is dropped on my shoulder as Sam skirts my mountain of make-up products to reach the sink. Hands trail down my back as I survey my body to decide what to wear today.
I'm wearing my most androgynous ensemble right now, how I usually sleep. I prefer not to identify myself while unconscious as my dreams tend toward the terrifying otherwise.
A glance outside reveals inspiration: a hot summer day with a glorious blue sky. I decide to dress femme today, to reflect the beauty of the day and the delicacy of the lacy clouds. Green is a definite must with the joy of the summer heat, and maybe my purple earrings for contrast. I grin at myself in the mirror and Sam catches my eye and grins back. It's my day off, I have a great outfit planned out, and Sam is here.
It's going to be a good day.
Happy Mother's Day to all of the fabulous mothers on my friendslist, by the way.
Here it is:
A Good Day
I look in the mirror and grimace. I'm so short that sometimes it seems like I can barely see into the mirror and I swear this mirror makes me look even tinier. Unstyled, my hair hangs about my face with almost an inch of roots showing. I was too tired last night to take off my make-up and now it's encrusting my eyes, the indigo eyeshadow and black eyeliner smearing down my face. I resist the temptation to mess it up more out of spite and grab a cotton swab and dip it into the make-up remover to begin renovating my face.
Sam comes into the bathroom, pajama-clad and yawning. A kiss is dropped on my shoulder as Sam skirts my mountain of make-up products to reach the sink. Hands trail down my back as I survey my body to decide what to wear today.
I'm wearing my most androgynous ensemble right now, how I usually sleep. I prefer not to identify myself while unconscious as my dreams tend toward the terrifying otherwise.
A glance outside reveals inspiration: a hot summer day with a glorious blue sky. I decide to dress femme today, to reflect the beauty of the day and the delicacy of the lacy clouds. Green is a definite must with the joy of the summer heat, and maybe my purple earrings for contrast. I grin at myself in the mirror and Sam catches my eye and grins back. It's my day off, I have a great outfit planned out, and Sam is here.
It's going to be a good day.
Happy Mother's Day to all of the fabulous mothers on my friendslist, by the way.