At 9:45 am her phone alarm rings. Beauty looks at me with sleepy eyes and whispers, “morning.” I don’t reply, but I smile and touch her face. It feels soft and pretty. Beauty’s hair is still wet from last night’s beauty shower, where she bathed in orange zest, cinnamon, and moonlight. Beauty washes her face with spring water and gentle breeze. She then moisturizes with La Mer tears-infused balm. She makes a teapot of sunflowers and daisies, waits until it’s lukewarm, chugs her teacup it in one shot and pours me one. “I don’t drink” I say. “It makes butterflies grow inside of my stomach”, she says.
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Silly seagull
I was standing by the bus stop eating from a bag of chips. Some seagulls started floating over me and I almost freaked out so I put the bag of chips in my backpack. Most of them flew away but there was this one seagull who stood few inches away from me and was making direct eye contact. I looked away but it persisted. I felt fascinated by its looks but also kinda intimidated. So I took a piece of chips from the bag and I put it on the ground. Seagull was shy at first but I wanted to make them feel at ease so I smiled and said “go ahead buddy, it’s all yours”. They approached, grabbed it by their peak and squawked (I believe it means thank you in seagull language). I nodded “my pleasure”. The piece was too big so seagull walked away and started shouting so loudly I covered my ears with both hands (I believe it was calling its seagull pals for help). Apparently seagull has some good pals cause they responded very quickly and looked excited and happy for their seagull pal! They even did some quirky moves (I believe it translates to a dance in seagull culture) Then they all flew away and seagull waved at me from above “bye good human, thanks for the treat” “bye seagull, have a nice journey” then we parted ways.