Ascension
A woman born to soar
INTRO
That was the woman lying in bed, her head wrapped in a random pyjama T-shirt she had found lying on the floor.
A T-shirt that was, technically, supposed to be in the laundry basket.
The reason behind the whole thing, well, the reason the T-shirt was currently functioning as a turban, was because she had decided to oil her hair with a mixture of oils she had assembled after reading reviews from random people online who swore by them.
But why the T-shirt?
It was there.
Convenient.
And meant for the laundry basket anyway.
Now she had decided to keep her hair oiled and wrapped until morning.
So there she was, lying in bed with a stick of inhalable herbs between the fingers of her right hand while her left grazed lazily across the touchpad of her laptop.
She was remarkably relaxed for someone who had been fired only a few days earlier and had absolutely no idea what was going to happen next in her life.
No job.
No real plan.
Nothing particularly solid waiting for her on the other side of tomorrow.
And yet, somehow, no panic either.
She didn't know what was keeping her this calm.
Maybe it was the smoke.
Maybe exhaustion had finally pushed her past the point of caring.
Or perhaps, somewhere underneath all of it, she could feel it.
That strange certainty.
The feeling that her life had not just fallen apart.
It had opened.
And for the first time in a long time, she had the quiet, almost ridiculous feeling that she was going to soar.
At last.
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Ascention
ActionAfter losing the job that was supposed to keep her life stable, a young woman finds herself oddly calm about the whole thing. She has no real plan, too much time on her hands, and for once, nothing holding her in place. So she starts saying yes. To...
