Btw these are not my nails. They are my friend's. Not mine.
It's so sweaty.
I am here with my other four friends inside what seems to be...
A hot and wet white cage. I think it's made of cloth. Oh wait... What's this?
The cafe has been lifted! Ah, the cool air feels so nice..
Ow!
Wait what's going-
Ow!
Hey! Oh... Oh no... My head.... It's... It's been cut off!!!! The clippers are at it again!!!
My friends got clipped too, and then, I hate this next part... The freshly clipped top part of me gets sanded down until it's smooth and soft, then...
Oh please no...
The... The polish. Glittery, sparling, strong scented pink nail polish gets spread over my entire body, and my friends too. The worst part is, it's not just once. I get smothered again soon after it dried! Oh it's so smelly...
Then, I get set up in the air, where everyone in the room could see me and my friends, dressed in the most girly outfit ever, crying, begging to be back in the white cloth cage.
I know dresser and mirror were laughing... And so was picture frame too...
Soon, after the horror that we live through every week or so, it all starts over again...
