Essay on I Am A Great Day
I decide to wash my hair before lazily skimming a razor over my legs and underarms. Turning off the shower, I dry myself and put the towel around my body, securing it tightly with a knot at the front, and head to my room to start on my makeup.
My phone alerts me that I have a new text message.
Hey beautiful, you up?
He always calls me beautiful. I remember asking Sara once if he ever gave her a nickname or called her beautiful, but according to her, Luis never did. This makes me feel special. This is also how I know I am different to him. More.
Yes, getting ready for today. You?
I apply some moisturizer on my face and mascara for my eyelashes. Another text from Luis.
Same. I 'll be there in a few. We still going to brunch, right? I 'm starving.
I decide to wait a few minutes before answering back. I don 't want him to think I am desperate. Let him sweat it out a little. I finish with my makeup and grab my cell.
Yes lol. Can 't wait.
Cool. I 'll text you when I am on my way.
I need to figure out what to wear, I think to myself as I stand in the closet looking for just the right clothes. I mean, I have…