Snippet #1480214

Given the early hour, most would be surprised that there was anything going on in the bedroom at the top of the house. In a room, next to, but still separate from, the attic, there was a young woman brushing her flowing blonde hair as she looked in the mirror. She was sitting at the vanity table that she had specially made, gazing at her attractive feature. There was plenty going through her head, as she considered her day. Would they need to do something? Was her father going to ask her to take care of anyone? Or would she have a day to herself? That would be nice.

After setting her brush down, the girl quickly moisturized her face and started to put on her make-up, believing that no day really started if you didn't look good. It was a slow process, one that she zoned out for the most part. She'd been doing her make-up since she was twelve, though not at the level she was at now.

Finally, the girl was set. She knew that she wouldn't be the first one up, her father woke up at an hour that she hardly believed existed. And her aunt was always the second one up, making breakfast for everyone in the house. Kerrie always made the best food. So, thinking of the food, Heaven Leigh Balazar hurried from her room, taking the stairs quickly with her flat sandals. She stopped in the living room to look in on her father's snakes, offering them a quick 'hello', before going into the kitchen.

Kerrie was dressed quite like Heaven, in a pair of tight blue jeans and a nice t-shirt, her curly blond hair tied loosely with a ribbon. She was bent over the counter, chopping vegetables for their breakfast. She waved her knife to tell the teenager to start cutting with her, and the girl went right to it.

Cheyenne had gotten used to sleeping through Asher's fits. She could really sleep through anything. That wasn't to say that she didn't know her husband was having a bad night, but she was used to the man going on his benders and doing just about anything in their bed. So, while he started to light his cigarette, the woman could only groan and try to get comfortable. When he finally settled down, the woman pushed herself over slightly and laid her head on his chest.

She liked to cuddle with the man when she had the chance. He wasn't the most cuddly of men, so the mornings and the late nights were when she could lay herself with him and cuddle close to him. The naked woman pressed herself to the man, her eyes still closed as she fought between sleep and being awake.