zoolane
01-19-2011, 06:03 PM
Vanity.
In two in the morning, she busy Hoover under the table in the dining room for tenth time from six in the evening when she came home from work, next polish and clean glass ware again and that same time make sure she looking perfect very sense of the word. She had dinner at the normal time of nine in evening which sound weird to you and me. She has certain ritual; she has to carry soon as she get home. It clean bath then have a bath, clean again and same in very room in her one bedroom flat. She final laid her head down that three am for few hours’ sleep.
The alarm sound off that half past six, she jump up, strip her sheets of the bed put them in washing machine, re make bed with exalted same pattern bed spread, in the shower, she take about half an hour now she got down fine art. She having toast and coffee but feel slightly weird on her right side of her body. Suddenly the hand with cup of coffee fell to floor it broken in three pieces but handle was still in her hand. She stood up. On that side was stoop for some reason, everything on the good side of her body was saggy and she couldn't’t move any of limps on that side.
She wasn’t bother that her body was being difficult at this precise moment in time, she was more worried about mess on the floor and how going manage to clean it. She try walked over to sink, where she keep the dustpan and brush under the sink. With her good hand, she open the door the crash, pull out item and with foot the edge of the flat bit and slow pick up broken china cup.
After that awkward mess was sort, she gradually pulls herself to middle of the sitting to famous sparkle clean mirror. She dusts herself down, straight up her hair and smooth out her hair. She still tries to move non response side of her young body. She perch herself on the plastic cover of her favorite chair, and put on a silk glove to phone for an ambulance. Her face turns to terror as she looking over everything in great detail, she spying some dust on top shelf of her glass unit. Which hold few figures and photos of family.
With eyelid is closed but she determine to get to unit. Where she knows is cloth hid behind the chair in box. On one foot and other on tip toe. Reach high as her body will let her go. She feel strange again with that she utter sound which was supposed to be scream. With that fell to floor take figure with her. Brawl out on the floor she try to make herself presentable but her body will not do as it command by her brain. In her mind she think that I must get to chair so can smart myself up. As her long fingers try claw their way toward the chair but she grew weaken and weaken.
In two in the morning, she busy Hoover under the table in the dining room for tenth time from six in the evening when she came home from work, next polish and clean glass ware again and that same time make sure she looking perfect very sense of the word. She had dinner at the normal time of nine in evening which sound weird to you and me. She has certain ritual; she has to carry soon as she get home. It clean bath then have a bath, clean again and same in very room in her one bedroom flat. She final laid her head down that three am for few hours’ sleep.
The alarm sound off that half past six, she jump up, strip her sheets of the bed put them in washing machine, re make bed with exalted same pattern bed spread, in the shower, she take about half an hour now she got down fine art. She having toast and coffee but feel slightly weird on her right side of her body. Suddenly the hand with cup of coffee fell to floor it broken in three pieces but handle was still in her hand. She stood up. On that side was stoop for some reason, everything on the good side of her body was saggy and she couldn't’t move any of limps on that side.
She wasn’t bother that her body was being difficult at this precise moment in time, she was more worried about mess on the floor and how going manage to clean it. She try walked over to sink, where she keep the dustpan and brush under the sink. With her good hand, she open the door the crash, pull out item and with foot the edge of the flat bit and slow pick up broken china cup.
After that awkward mess was sort, she gradually pulls herself to middle of the sitting to famous sparkle clean mirror. She dusts herself down, straight up her hair and smooth out her hair. She still tries to move non response side of her young body. She perch herself on the plastic cover of her favorite chair, and put on a silk glove to phone for an ambulance. Her face turns to terror as she looking over everything in great detail, she spying some dust on top shelf of her glass unit. Which hold few figures and photos of family.
With eyelid is closed but she determine to get to unit. Where she knows is cloth hid behind the chair in box. On one foot and other on tip toe. Reach high as her body will let her go. She feel strange again with that she utter sound which was supposed to be scream. With that fell to floor take figure with her. Brawl out on the floor she try to make herself presentable but her body will not do as it command by her brain. In her mind she think that I must get to chair so can smart myself up. As her long fingers try claw their way toward the chair but she grew weaken and weaken.