dominanefret

After just around three hours of sleep, I hop out of my parents bed, knowing I could sleep for another fifteen minutes, but feeling crowded by the overly loving and overly large golden retriever and tabby cat asleep on my legs.
I make the bed, as I would never do with my own.
I hop my way to my bedroom, pulling my dry laundry along with me.

I pick my outfit for the day partially with an eye for fashion, but mostly based on what makes me happy and what is comfortable.

I pull on an oversized pair of old man pants. Grey pinstripe, the hem absolutely dying. I tug on my SG boy-beater for a touch of unseen rebellion, and a three quarter length shirt the exact colour of my hair over it

On go my silver fake chucks from target.

I shake my hair out, deciding not to flip it over to the side like I normally do. When I look in the mirror for a moment I think to myself that even over my period induced acne that I dont need makeup.

I spray on my new "lemon zest" perfume and smile again. As I walk towards the door again, still smiling I catch my reflection.

And I think "What a faker."