JournalWord: Rain boots.
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He takes one look at
her and shakes his head. She continues to tug her rain boots on her socked
feet, unbeknownst to the expression of disapproval on his face.
He sighs and decides
to make his opinion known. "You're going to get sick."
She turns her head
to see him leaning on the banister of the staircase. Still bent over, she tugs
her foot completely into the boot and straightens up, pushing her hair behind
her ears. "Eventually," she agrees. "It's inevitable."
He shakes his head
again and points his mug, half-full of cooling coffee, at her light purple
hoodie and frayed, cut-off shorts. "Wear something a little warmer,"
he demands. "It's pouring outside and you're going to be soaked halfway
down the street."
"I have rain
boots," she defends, kicking her feet out to indicate her point.
"Not good
enough," he states, pushing off from the banister and walking down the
stairs. He walks around her and heads to the closet, rifling through the
selections of coats with one hand while deftly sipping coffee thoughtfully with
the other.
He finds what he is
looking for and strips the coat off the hanger, tossing it in her direction
over his shoulder. "Wear that and no complaints," he commands,
closing the closet doors and heading up the stairs. "Put up the hood and
come home before dinner," he finishes, disappearing into the upper
recesses of the house.
She looks down at
the coat and slips it on. The coat hangs down to her knees and she struggles
with the zipper as the sleeves are too long and refuse any effort to be pushed
up her arms or folded over. Pulling on the hood, she finds her vision cut off
by the oversized bill.
She wants to shake
her head at the ridiculousness of wearing such a big coat, but decides against
complaining when she whiffs the light musky scent of his cologne on the inside
of his collar. She smiles, opening the door and stepping out into the rain, feeling
warm.
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Something sweet to get through the day.
I am at a loss at the moment, deciding my reaction to an invitation to the program interview at BCIT. I wasn't hopeful of actually being invited as the bulk of my application was received just on the date of the deadline, and my university transcript was received well afterwards.
So now I'm in a state of shock and disbelief.
And now I know what I'll be doing tomorrow, haha :) Studying for the interview in a few weeks!
Keeping cheery,
Mera.
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