The Morning After
Clotho said goodbye to her brother a little groggily, the after-effects of both the Chaos and the copious amounts of psychotropics and hallucinogens making her sleepy-eyed and a bit stumbly, though pleasant enough.
Her hair was dark and curled again, and she'd bathed, smelling once more of her sweet self instead of cigarettes and clubs and sharp ache.
Stumbling to her front lawn, she willed a comfortable lounging chair into existence on the grass, and lit a reasonably sized joint to ease her ache. Putting on a pair of sunglasses and willing the air temperate and warm, she bathed in sunlight as she rested, pondering her life and the night before.
Her hair was dark and curled again, and she'd bathed, smelling once more of her sweet self instead of cigarettes and clubs and sharp ache.
Stumbling to her front lawn, she willed a comfortable lounging chair into existence on the grass, and lit a reasonably sized joint to ease her ache. Putting on a pair of sunglasses and willing the air temperate and warm, she bathed in sunlight as she rested, pondering her life and the night before.