This morning I expected to sleep in. It was in fact Sunday morning and I completely forgot the night before what typical christian families do on that day; church. Last week we left for church at about 10 am. Well, 9:30 rolled around and I was spread out over the bed like butter in the deepest sleep you can imagine. Diana texts me "up and at em, church at 10:30" which I don't hear, seeing that I was hibernating at the time. It inches closer and closer to 10 and I'm still fast asleep. At 9:45 Diana knocks on my door trying to wake my bottom up. I don't answer the first few times, and I continue not to answer the next, so Diana quietly opens up the door. She whispers, quite loudly I might add, "Maddison, Maddison.. time to get up, were leaving for church in 20 minutes." I crack one eye open and just stare, not realizing she was actually standing there talking to me. "Unless you want to go to the evening service, but we would have to pick you up early from art class." I think to myself, uhmm no thank you, I enjoy my art class.. why don't you just let me go back to sleep? A few seconds pass and I finally manage to answer, "I will get up," I mumbled, not really realizin
g what I'm saying. She closes the door and I laid my head back onto the pillow and closed my eyes. I just thought, how in the world can I get ready in 20 minutes, let alone get out of this comfortable bed! Then I had an idea. I slid my hand across the sheets, back and forth searching for my phone. I found it after a while, my hand stung a little from the friction. I clicked on my phone, squinting my eyes from the brightness of the screen I pulled open a new text message and typed, you can just go without me, and hit send. That will be fine, I thought. Just as I was about to lay my head back onto the pillow there was another knock on my door. Diana peeked her head in and said "Oh are you too tired to go this early? we can just go to the 5 O clock service" A little annoyed, I thought for a second, then realized, no that wouldn't be good. uhh I will just get up. "No I don't want to miss my art class, I'm getting up, I will be ready real quick here" I said. "Oh ok," Diana replied, then left. I slid to the side, my legs just dangling there, lifeless and just stared at my feet. "Ok," I said. I stood up and began my 20 minute miracle of ready-ness. I quickly did my hair, threw on a dress and brushed my teeth. Then it was time to slap on a bit of make-up. I reached in my bag and pulled out my yellow Colossal Volume Express Mascara, I did a few strokes on one eye and realized this is no good it makes me eyelashes clump together. I tossed it back into my bag and dug around for my green Define-A-Lash Mascara already knowing I didn't like because because the brush is too bendy. I looked for it anyway because I use it to unclump my lashes, damage done by the yellow mascara. After applying that I grab my Black Sephora Mascara which make my lashes really dark, on account the other Mascara's say black but really are a dark brown. So, after my long process of three different mascara's I look in the mirror satisfied. Unlike Goldilocks I need all three. But hey, whoever said anything about picking just one?
g what I'm saying. She closes the door and I laid my head back onto the pillow and closed my eyes. I just thought, how in the world can I get ready in 20 minutes, let alone get out of this comfortable bed! Then I had an idea. I slid my hand across the sheets, back and forth searching for my phone. I found it after a while, my hand stung a little from the friction. I clicked on my phone, squinting my eyes from the brightness of the screen I pulled open a new text message and typed, you can just go without me, and hit send. That will be fine, I thought. Just as I was about to lay my head back onto the pillow there was another knock on my door. Diana peeked her head in and said "Oh are you too tired to go this early? we can just go to the 5 O clock service" A little annoyed, I thought for a second, then realized, no that wouldn't be good. uhh I will just get up. "No I don't want to miss my art class, I'm getting up, I will be ready real quick here" I said. "Oh ok," Diana replied, then left. I slid to the side, my legs just dangling there, lifeless and just stared at my feet. "Ok," I said. I stood up and began my 20 minute miracle of ready-ness. I quickly did my hair, threw on a dress and brushed my teeth. Then it was time to slap on a bit of make-up. I reached in my bag and pulled out my yellow Colossal Volume Express Mascara, I did a few strokes on one eye and realized this is no good it makes me eyelashes clump together. I tossed it back into my bag and dug around for my green Define-A-Lash Mascara already knowing I didn't like because because the brush is too bendy. I looked for it anyway because I use it to unclump my lashes, damage done by the yellow mascara. After applying that I grab my Black Sephora Mascara which make my lashes really dark, on account the other Mascara's say black but really are a dark brown. So, after my long process of three different mascara's I look in the mirror satisfied. Unlike Goldilocks I need all three. But hey, whoever said anything about picking just one?
love it, very descriptive. you are a 'creative' writer looking forward to more
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