Sammy Walcott
This morning is different. I mean yes, I still woke up to the whistling of the kettle and my reflection still looked pale and lean. The difference is my eye bruise is completely gone and I looked...lively.
I can't say the emotion is happy 'Coz I don't have a smile on my face and I don't feel like dancing my long forgotten Michael Jackson moves. But my eyes had a spark in them that wasn't there the last two mornings or even month or week.
I smirked at my reflection before going in to do my bathroom business. Coming out I settled on a dark slightly skinny jean, a black tee and a black hoodie zip up jacket. The fur around the hood was white though, matching perfectly with my black and white Nike shoes. There was no saving my hair, even if I bothered to tame it, the little win
