The blare of my alarm at four thirty was as unwelcomed today as it had been during my childhood. As I fumbled to silence the offending noise on my phone, I wondered what I'd been thinking when I agreed to this charade. I hadn't been fit for the part growing up, and I wasn't any better suited for it today.
Moving through the house that once was as familiar to me as the back of my hand, I tried to remain quiet so I didn't wake Eason. I didn't flip on the lights until I was safely inside the bathroom. My disheveled appearance was a sight to behold. There wasn't much point in doing anything with it, either, so I washed away the remnants of makeup from the day before and ran a brush through my mop. It wasn't much of an improvement, but at least I no longer looked like I had stepped out of Nigh
