Self-Acceptance
awoke to the smell of bacon.
At first this delighted me. But then my eyes widened when I remembered that our host was a pig.
With great haste I jumped up from the floor and raced into the kitchen. Chauncey was rinsing his arm in the sink. When he saw the panic on my face he gestured to a pan on the stove. “Settle down. I just burnt myself while I was cooking.”
“Oh,” I said sheepishly.
Feeling a bit embarrassed, I walked over to the side window. As I yawned, I noticed my reflection; the bags under my eyes were enormous and my hair was bird’s-nest-shaped at best. I rubbed my eyes and looked past the unflattering image to the paling sky above the trees.
I’d been up late last night. We all had. None of us could really sleep considering everything we’d just been through.
