Gazing in the mirror she notices how long her pencil straight blonde hair has gotten. Grabbing her toothbrush she scrubs every inch of her seemingly perfect smile. White tile lines the floor with a soft green paint decorating the walls. Now warm she goes out the door, down the hall, and through another door trekking the same routine as every other morning. Opening up the sock drawer, reserved for the bottom most shelf, she struggles to find any matching socks in the heap. 2 minutes of searching led to settling for a light blue and light pink sock of the same design the perfect compromise. After a brief pause and a rub in the eyes she makes way to the dresser. She stands up straight as a shadow cast from natural light greets her on the wall in front of her. Her bare feet meet the cold hard wooden floor. Eyes open and sheets shuffle as she stumbles lazily out of bed. Soon sunlight fills the room acting as an alarm clock. She rolls over for some immediate relief from the brightness, but as the Sun creeps its way higher and higher through the sky the light intensifies. Sunshine finds it’s way to a sleepy face. A eager sun peaks it’s head out from the horizon casting its rays on the leafs of patient plants waiting for their days fill.
