Spring 85th, 513AV
Jesslyn wasn't in a good mood anymore. Even after her three day brake from blowing up she still hadn't left the house. Doing that would have required having motivation. And right now Jesslyn didn't have it.
But she had finally put on her shirt. Still had no pants on but it was better than three days before where she had answered the door in her skippers. Much to the amusement and horror of the poor couple who had seen it.
Jesslyn pulled her legs up on the chair and brushed off the bottom of her feet from the glass and dust. She could feel some of the dried paint from her floor stuck to the bottom of her feet but knew it wasn't coming off anytime soon.
Jesslyn slowly placed on her left boot and then her right boot. She didn't know what day is was or what time it was but it had to be sometime in the morning. Jesslyn didn't remember going to sleep nor did she remember getting up.
Sighing Jesslyn placed her feet down and stood. She had wanted to get some food in her system but she ran out of easy rations yesterday. Or the day before yesterday? Jesslyn shook her head and shuffled to the hearth. Setting some water on the coal embers Jesslyn shuffled back to her chair. She didn't want to be so close to the warmth.
Jesslyn knew her house was a mess. It was worse than usual. Some paintings were destroyed with holes or cuts or splattered with paint. Her walls were more destroyed with color that the elegant canvas it used to be. If she ran her fingers along the wall she could feel some wet globs of paint. And her floor was full of glass, pant, brushes, canvases, and other supplies of art.
Jesslyn has almost cut herself a couple time's from tripping. She had gone back to shuffling her feet slowly to make sure she stayed safe. Though it didn't matter to her much if she did get hurt.
But she had finally put on her shirt. Still had no pants on but it was better than three days before where she had answered the door in her skippers. Much to the amusement and horror of the poor couple who had seen it.
Jesslyn pulled her legs up on the chair and brushed off the bottom of her feet from the glass and dust. She could feel some of the dried paint from her floor stuck to the bottom of her feet but knew it wasn't coming off anytime soon.
Jesslyn slowly placed on her left boot and then her right boot. She didn't know what day is was or what time it was but it had to be sometime in the morning. Jesslyn didn't remember going to sleep nor did she remember getting up.
Sighing Jesslyn placed her feet down and stood. She had wanted to get some food in her system but she ran out of easy rations yesterday. Or the day before yesterday? Jesslyn shook her head and shuffled to the hearth. Setting some water on the coal embers Jesslyn shuffled back to her chair. She didn't want to be so close to the warmth.
Jesslyn knew her house was a mess. It was worse than usual. Some paintings were destroyed with holes or cuts or splattered with paint. Her walls were more destroyed with color that the elegant canvas it used to be. If she ran her fingers along the wall she could feel some wet globs of paint. And her floor was full of glass, pant, brushes, canvases, and other supplies of art.
Jesslyn has almost cut herself a couple time's from tripping. She had gone back to shuffling her feet slowly to make sure she stayed safe. Though it didn't matter to her much if she did get hurt.