Pamper VS. Torture
Plastering a fake smile I sit patiently as Alice lines everything up on the counter. Sitting on the toilet as a make-shift chair Alice begins to blow dry my hair.
Something about having someone do something for you like this was freeing. I'm feeling at ease.
Hair blowing everywhere, one strand pokes me in the eye. Eyes water when I don't want them too.
Guess its better that we aren't on the mascara step yet. Wondering when this will be over.