Rejena
After three hours of writing, I get up and stretch before I head to the shower to wash off this morning as I had walked straight to the typewriter after coming back from the hike with Dallon. I take my time to wash off the sweat and the river water, taking extra care to wash my hair. Once I am done, I decide to put a bit of effort into my looks. I take my time to style my hair in perfect waves, then apply a light eye-shadow that makes my eyes pop slightly more.
I slipped into my green summer dress, the lace cool against my skin, light as a breath. The green is the shade of new leaves and summer fields, soft and alive all at once. Tiny, embroidered vines curled along the hem and sleeves, little leaves stitched in delicate patterns that danced when I moved. It felt less like puttin
