A perfect day, is it?
The next morning came and Roxanne felt more refreshed than ever. She jumped from her bed energetically, yawning heavily as she stretched her hands. She smacked her lips as she inserted her legs into her flip-flops and went straight to the bathroom.
This was the usual Roxanne, not the tardy one of the previous day. She hummed and moved her body to a non-existent beat as she nodded her head systematically to a rhythm that played in her head.
“Baby don’t hurt me….No more…” She muttered melodiously, forgetting the rest of the lyrics and just filling them up with mode humming sounds. She picked up her brush and paste as she laced the former with the latter. Walking toward the wash, she took a gentle stride and turned to face the mirror as she put the brush in he
