Post by Fay Lee on Aug 22, 2014 12:18:47 GMT -6
Pain Killer
The ceiling stared down at her, a small spot in the corner glaring with a darkened brown discoloration from a leak in the roof. The flimsy drywall flaked threateningly in its center, curling up against itself like a frightened caterpillar. She blinked large, blank golden pools back up at the grotesque display, her lips puckered out thoughtfully. The house needed small repairs everywhere. Fay forced herself to notice these subtle little problems that would have normally sneaked around the corner of a more unobservant house owner.
She had to keep herself occupied. The girl breathed in deeply through her mouth, the faint scent of fresh fruits drifting in through her window and catching in her throat. Fay sighed, sitting up from under her thin, stained white sheet. The morning sun was already smoldering brighter as the day moved toward the early noon hour. She had over slept.
She threw her sheet aside, exposing her thin, long pale legs. Her loose fitting sleepwear concealed little of her, which made her sleep all the more comfortable as she didn't sweat at night. Fay combed her dark, dark hair back from her eyes and reluctantly scooted off her mattress to the cement floor.
The rough floor under her feet made her tiptoe hurriedly toward her bathroom, sighing in relief when she finally made it to the soft rug in front of the toilet. After tending to her morning routine, Fay lazily walked into her kitchen, her day clothes itchy from the need of a good washing. Her top was a vibrant dyed purple with black hems. Her pants were a jean material, the knee sections padded with leather. Her favorite wide leather belt hung loosely around her waist, the same fit as it had been years ago before she lived on her own.
Her dark brown hair was tied up in a loose bun, her bangs hanging carelessly down to her rosey cheeks. She prepared herself breakfast, her beat up old stove loyally firing up at the first light. Fay cooked a few pieces of bighorn back straps and toasted some bread, smearing butter generously over it. She quickly turned the stove off after she was done and took her plate to her small kitchen table to sit alone and eat.
She faced the window, staring out longingly at her lush garden, full of green plants. Fay munched her meat hungrily, savoring the sweet, fulfilling taste. She wolfed down her toast and finished her meat, wiping her lips clean with her napkin. The girl picked up her dishes, gingerly placing them in her tiny sink and explored the fridge for a drink. Finding nothing but her garden fresh orange juice, she drank greedily from the pitcher and closed the door.
Deciding to leave her dishes for later busy work, Fay rushed outside to her routine chores. She would spend the entire morning tending to her garden. The work she put into it filled her with a sense of accomplishment she had once felt while farming with her father. Fay sighed lightly, shaking off her thoughts and made her way to her plot of plants.
She had to keep herself occupied. The girl breathed in deeply through her mouth, the faint scent of fresh fruits drifting in through her window and catching in her throat. Fay sighed, sitting up from under her thin, stained white sheet. The morning sun was already smoldering brighter as the day moved toward the early noon hour. She had over slept.
She threw her sheet aside, exposing her thin, long pale legs. Her loose fitting sleepwear concealed little of her, which made her sleep all the more comfortable as she didn't sweat at night. Fay combed her dark, dark hair back from her eyes and reluctantly scooted off her mattress to the cement floor.
The rough floor under her feet made her tiptoe hurriedly toward her bathroom, sighing in relief when she finally made it to the soft rug in front of the toilet. After tending to her morning routine, Fay lazily walked into her kitchen, her day clothes itchy from the need of a good washing. Her top was a vibrant dyed purple with black hems. Her pants were a jean material, the knee sections padded with leather. Her favorite wide leather belt hung loosely around her waist, the same fit as it had been years ago before she lived on her own.
Her dark brown hair was tied up in a loose bun, her bangs hanging carelessly down to her rosey cheeks. She prepared herself breakfast, her beat up old stove loyally firing up at the first light. Fay cooked a few pieces of bighorn back straps and toasted some bread, smearing butter generously over it. She quickly turned the stove off after she was done and took her plate to her small kitchen table to sit alone and eat.
She faced the window, staring out longingly at her lush garden, full of green plants. Fay munched her meat hungrily, savoring the sweet, fulfilling taste. She wolfed down her toast and finished her meat, wiping her lips clean with her napkin. The girl picked up her dishes, gingerly placing them in her tiny sink and explored the fridge for a drink. Finding nothing but her garden fresh orange juice, she drank greedily from the pitcher and closed the door.
Deciding to leave her dishes for later busy work, Fay rushed outside to her routine chores. She would spend the entire morning tending to her garden. The work she put into it filled her with a sense of accomplishment she had once felt while farming with her father. Fay sighed lightly, shaking off her thoughts and made her way to her plot of plants.