April yawned, languid and lazily. She was in her natural element, at this time on a weekday morning.
Still cursed with unemployment, she'd whiled away what had been days, turning into weeks, turning into...
“Deary me...” April sighed, stretching her arms over her head as she turned off the landing and down the stairs. Several small mirrors lined the wall on the way down. A kind of reminder of her sins, as she entered the waking world.
Bedhead and bad hair? Check. Dark, puffy, bleary eyes? Check. Mismatched underwear she'd gone to bed in? Check. Morning breath?
Not even April was prepared to check that.
She padded barefoot across the cold wooden floor, as she stepped off the stairs, cursing herself for not even bothering with slippers. There was a definite winter chill in the air too, colder than usual though. Had she left the windows open last night? The air was flowing and cold.
“What was I thinking?” April wrapped her arms about her barely-dressed body,