Southern Belle
Rays of lights beamed into her bedroom, awaking the deep parts of her thoughts. Sleep tears had dried and harden on around the eye lashes, forcing her to groan out a moan. As a reflex her dainty fingers rubbed away the sleep, and opening her green eyes to the window.
Three long eyelashes stuck to the middle fingers as she drew them away from her face. Blond strands of hair were stuck to the left side of her face due to the drool. As soon as this was noticed she blushed and wiped away the hair and dried saliva. Her mouth opened wide as a yawn escaped a tiny burp.
As Willow stretched her body arching her back, exposing her tight stomach, her phone began to buzz. She twisted her body to grab the iphone and turn off the alarm. Sadness peeked up as she looked down at the cover photo. There she was, standing next to the only person she had ever really cared for. Hair as rich blond as her own, and eyes that sparkled chestnut whenever they were together.
Though it was only seven in the morning, Willow decided to send a message to her best friend, Delilah.
Hey, what are you doing today?
As she sent the text she began to get ready for the rest of the day. Pinning her hair up, washing and steaming her face, as well as putting on make-up and prepping her fingers. The whole situation took an hour quickly after finishing she decided to go out into the garden and have her breakfast.
Her back was straight and her ankles were crossed as she sipped from the tea glass and embraced the warmth of the sun, and fresh smells of the flowers swirling around her. The toasted brisket dripped down raspberry jam onto her plate, and a crumbs dangled on the sides of her lips.