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Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 17, 2009
- Location
- Canada
Audrey loved sleeping in, her fingers clutched onto the ivory blankets that covered her small body. She groaned as the alarm, the incredibly annoying beeping sound, awakened her from her peaceful sleep. Lazily, she found the off button at the side, and pushed it down. She pressed her face back into the warm blankets and the comfortable pillow, falling asleep, her eyes shutting closed until she would naturally arise to the streaming sunlight that casted its light over the small figure, buried in the beds. She had set her alarm clock at 10 AM, 10 AM, she thought that was decent, eight hours to sleep. Realizing she was just as lazy as the next person, she had clicked it off, and fell asleep until noon hit. Yawning, it was the weekend. It wasn't as if she had things to do. Well, things that worth while to do. She grabbed the rosy pink robe that had been strewn across a lace-embroderied crimson chair, and shrugged her arms into the appropriate holes, and began her daily routine. Turning on the water faucet, she grabbed a handful of the water and splashed it on her face three times, rubbing her eyes before washing her face with a damp face towel. Luckily, she didn't have to walk far to get to her bathroom, it was an adjoining room to her bedroom, only one door led into her personal bedroom. It wasn't like she had to look nice or presentable walking to the bathroom, as it was connected. Thank god. She had countless maids, and servants roaming the halls, so otherwise, she would have to dress a little more than her pink camisole and matching boyshorts.
Her wavy brown hair seemed more limp than beautiful at this point unlike last night. She yawned, and watching her reflection in the bathroom mirror, began to yank her comb through her stiff hair, and winced with every brush. By the end of the ten minutes, she set her comb down and took out any stray hairs that were left in the comb, and threw them out. Walking back into her bedroom, she mentioned to a maid that her bed needed to be made again, as she walked downstairs, to the kitchen, to grab some food. She sat down on her ivory chair, and began to eat breakfast, piling up bacon, pancakes, french toast, and anything else that she felt like it. Unlike most princesses, she simply didn't care about her weight. She loved food too much to be able to bear it. She flipped through a newspaper, unaware of what was going on in her home, she was so accustomed to the maids, the servants buzzing around, frantically deciding who was going to do what today, she didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. Like, someone was paying too much attention to her, staring at her.
She realized she couldn't be bothered with simple things like putting on real clothes, such as those black denium jeans she had bought a week ago even though her closet was about to burst with clothes, or a t-shirt at least. She sat at the dining table, wearing her usual pink camisole and boyshorts, her lavendar robe draped lazily and loosely over her body, hunched over, stuffing her face with food, occasionally turning the thin paper that was in her hand, intently reading up was what was going on in the rest of the world. She should be informed, she was going to rule over a country one day. So, reading the newspaper during breakfast at the dining table became part of her daily routine. And after breakfast? It was time to get a bit of fresh air, and since she hated almost every sport, she opted for that brand new stable that was put in, for her to go riding on her favourite horse, or what she deemed her favourite horse, this brown mare that she had bought in the countryside not a week ago, when she was visiting a childhood friend.
Her wavy brown hair seemed more limp than beautiful at this point unlike last night. She yawned, and watching her reflection in the bathroom mirror, began to yank her comb through her stiff hair, and winced with every brush. By the end of the ten minutes, she set her comb down and took out any stray hairs that were left in the comb, and threw them out. Walking back into her bedroom, she mentioned to a maid that her bed needed to be made again, as she walked downstairs, to the kitchen, to grab some food. She sat down on her ivory chair, and began to eat breakfast, piling up bacon, pancakes, french toast, and anything else that she felt like it. Unlike most princesses, she simply didn't care about her weight. She loved food too much to be able to bear it. She flipped through a newspaper, unaware of what was going on in her home, she was so accustomed to the maids, the servants buzzing around, frantically deciding who was going to do what today, she didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. Like, someone was paying too much attention to her, staring at her.
She realized she couldn't be bothered with simple things like putting on real clothes, such as those black denium jeans she had bought a week ago even though her closet was about to burst with clothes, or a t-shirt at least. She sat at the dining table, wearing her usual pink camisole and boyshorts, her lavendar robe draped lazily and loosely over her body, hunched over, stuffing her face with food, occasionally turning the thin paper that was in her hand, intently reading up was what was going on in the rest of the world. She should be informed, she was going to rule over a country one day. So, reading the newspaper during breakfast at the dining table became part of her daily routine. And after breakfast? It was time to get a bit of fresh air, and since she hated almost every sport, she opted for that brand new stable that was put in, for her to go riding on her favourite horse, or what she deemed her favourite horse, this brown mare that she had bought in the countryside not a week ago, when she was visiting a childhood friend.