Room 229, Monday Morning

[arsenicmauls]

It might be bordering on obsessive, the care that Gert took to make sure her hair was freshly purple once a week. In the years since she'd gone purple, she'd gotten used to a routine of putting the dye in at night no matter what the instructions on the box said, leaving it in for however many hours she managed to sleep (which often wasn't many -- nightmares and all), rinsing it out bright and early in the whatever-time-of-day, and then squinting at it in a mirror all morning to see if the purple really was as bright as it had been before. Having completed steps one through three already and attacked the room with an unholy amount of air freshener to get rid of the dye smell (you're welcome, Maddie), she was now working on step four.

With a snoring dinosaur occupying three-quarters of her bed as she sprawled on her back and held up a compact mirror to her face, so she dared anyone to tell her she was being a typical girly-girl right now.

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