He’d spent the past three days being kind, empathetic, understanding, supportive. He’d listened. Commiserated. Refilled the tissue box. But by day four… She has to move on,House of Mirrors: Chapter 21,He’d spent the past three days being kind, empathetic, understanding, supportive. He’d listened. Commiserated. Refilled the tissue box. But by day four… She has to move on
G et up. Get up.
Get.
Up.
Laylee’s eyes fluttered open. She glanced at her watch a dull panic thrumming in her heart when she saw the time. The girls are in school. It’s Tuesday…. No… Yesterday was Tuesday. Today is… Monday? Her body ached as she climbed out of bed. Spin day. Today is spin day with Shayna. It’s not Monday… it’s the day that comes after Tuesday. She wondered why her muscles ached. She stumbled toward the bathroom and found her pale-blue eyes in the mirror. Puffy lined. Abhorrent.
Nothing some RoC overnight eye treatment can’t fix. Moisturizer. Primer. Copious foundation eyeliner creamy shadow lash curler mascara… The task suddenly seemed overwhelming. She sat down hard on the antique dressing chair and reached for her mascara observed her hand shaking with a sort of detached horror. Or I can just leave my eyes the way they are right now. Bloodshot with large purple bags. She let the mascara drop onto the marble. It rolled onto the floor.
She ambled over to her closet fingered a row of weekday dresses then caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She stood very still. Don’t you dare leave the house with a face like that Laylee. The voice sounded like her mother’s. And her own.
She crawled back into bed the taste of defeat mitigated by the embrace of her still-warm sheets.
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