One Eye Open
L.R.T.
She gazed into her compact, one dark blue eye looking back at her. She pulled down the bottom of her eye and made a face but that only made what she was seeing even worse - what had she been expecting? She exacted the same ritual on the other eye and after some time, pulled the compact back to look at her full face in the mirror. She was tired, worn - like legs after a long journey. Her journey seemed never-ending and each day was one more grain of sand that fell in the hourglass that was her life.
Jessie was usually very proud of her looks. In fact, egotistical didn't even begin to describe how she could be at times. Imperfection was the enemy, something to be fought at all costs and, up until recently, she had been winning that fight. Now, where anyone else would still see beauty, she began to see flaw after flaw. There were bags under her eyes, her skin didn't glow the way it had once before, she found more hair in her brush, her forehead was starting to become plagued with wrinkles that only she could see with her keen eyes.
It was clear that constantly being the strong one - the bitch, some might say - was beginning to take its toll on her. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to come up with the plans that Meowth inevitably executed. She would lie in her sleeping bag at night, drifting in and out of a restless sleep. Her body was exhausted but her brain was running full-throttle, scenario after scenario playing in her head, plans being thought up that deep down she knew would fail; but she could never show that kind of wavering. They were Team Rocket and that meant something! Or at least it used to. Now she was only going through the motions, becoming increasingly more frazzled and unbalanced, only acting more angry and controlling than ever in an attempt to hide the weariness that was overcoming her.
Closing her compact, Jessie nestled into her sleeping bag for the night, looking up at the stars. A part of her always thought that Team Rocket would surely be the death of her but in a way that was more heroic for the cause - like a shoot-out with Officer Jenny or stealing the wrong person's Pokemon. She never thought that the work itself would kill her but if she kept going at the rate she was now, she knew that it would.
Despite the dreary thought that always ended her day, however, she still couldn't turn her brain off long enough to get a good night's rest. She eventually fell asleep but always had one eye open, waiting for the perfect plan to come to her...or for her will to give out entirely.
It wasn't hard to guess which one would most likely come first.