Oct 25, 2006 09:33
She has been avoiding it all day but the time has come for her to clean her room. All her clothes are on her bed and little by little she is sorting through them. Seperating out the ones that were clean that now need to be dry cleaned. Throwing away the sliced shirt, hanging up those that have survived the beating of her immature rampage.
Slowly but surely making a dent in the work load. At the moment she is wearing the first things she found after her second shower of the day. A red sun dress.
Some soft music is playing in the background, it's perhaps some Nirvana or U2. Something with a quick beat to keep her moving.