Mirror Mirror

Well then...

"Dam it," I yelled out loud. The last clasp on my bra just would not, clasp. I fumbled with it a bit more "someone who has been wearing these for a while should be able to this without looking." Trying a little more and still could not get it, "Fuck it." I undid my what fell like eternal minutes of work and flung it off. I walked to my dresser and pulled out the sometimes reliable sports bra. It honestly was not a horrible choice. Comfy and my favorite color, blue. So no stress (if you catch my drift.) Then I walked to the closet in my comfy sports bra and the utterly amazing purple cow pajama pants.

Flipping through the few "hang up" articles of clothing. And some pants sweaters whatever. "I need clothes." I said as I pulled out the gray sweater and black jeans. Stripping out of the cow pajama pants, I oddly felt a twinge of guilt. Like I was cheating on these purple cow pants. I shrugged and had to jump and wiggle, squat, pull, stretch and wiggle some more to get them on. Relief washed over that these still fit. Pulling down on the sweater as I walked to the mirror, Dam. Not too shabby I thought to myself. The sweater was a little tighter so made my boobs look bigger. Esteem went up one. Now my ass, thats gonna be a fuck boy magnet. Still looking good.

I opened the door only to be greeted by the smell of cigarette smoke. Only descending down the stairs made the greeting worse. Off the stairs and I kept walking down the hallway, "Hello Mav-," I tripped on the kids toys catching the mirror, but that was not enough to let me win against gravity. My hand streaked against what was supposed to be cool glass. I jumped back. The "glass" was warm and human like where I had touched it.