Everyday Mask
Somewhere deep inside her slumber something was nagging her. Exhausted and drunk with sleep that she was, it took some time before she realized it was the alarm bell ringing out the warning of a new day.
Slowly and drowsily, she climbed out of bed, put her feet down onto the floor, and lumbered into the bathroom.
There had been some sleep last night, at least a couple of hours.
A couple of hours of chaos where she was mercilessly tossed from one nightmare to the next...
It could hardly be regarded as rest, as she awoke more fatigued than when she laid down.
If only she could just wake up. Shake it off, shrug and dismiss it as the bad dream it was...
But it was more than just a bad dream...
Every shadow lurking there, every single ghost she fought at night were familiar faces from her life.
Every scene she was thrown back and forth between were scenarios from her everyday life that together made up her adolescence...
Would they ever let her know the feeling of peace? Although far from awake, she found the bathroom and got into the shower.
She stood there scrubbing herself over and over until the last drop of hot water was spent, but felt no cleaner.
She brushed her teeth until her wrist was sore, but the taste in her mouth still lingered...
no help in that today either.
She got dressed and flashed a quick glance at the mirror.
She felt more than saw that it was going to take more than one layer of makeup to cover up...
Foundation, rouge, eye shadow, mascara, lipstick... layer by layer, she painted it on.
Little by little her everyday mask came into place...
she checked her watch and noticed she was late.
She quickly finished up and went out into the hall.
Jacket on.
Another quick check in the mirror,
and a last layer of lipstick for her everyday mask.
She grabbed her keys and locked the door as she stepped out into the world,
determined.
Into another everyday
carrying the cheerful, satisfied smile she had read somewhere was expected of her...
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