Orange Juiced

Not a breakdown in Brentwood?

I looked at the mirror in front of me, I could see all the little hairs on my arms, the sun was much more flattering at 5 pm. No wait, I could see them on my face too. I leaned in closer to inspect but the woman next to me said something about getting her endorphins for the dinner hour ahead, I didn’t hear her exact words because I was staring at her nails, the perfect nude color, not a single infected cat scratch on her. She had very pretty stacked diamond rings on all her fingers, and a massive wedding ring, honestly too big, it messed up the manicure for me. My sweatshirt is stuck on my head, I am really pulling over here, I am about to freak out, I finally pop out, now I can see all the dust particles floating in the sun. I try to move them around, can she see this, no she’s staring at herself. Her workout clothes looked like she bought them earlier today, same as her nude water bottle, I wish I had a water….so thirsty.  I tell her I am way off my schedule not having to drive to school now, she has a friend in my boat.

“Now she has absolutely nothing to do all day”

 I had so much to do I was easily 5 days behind, honestly a month, she was staring at me or herself or both in the mirror in front of us, I shook my head yes and no at once as the music came on.

She worked out like a Marine, I made a lot of adjustments for my shoulder.