Evie's eyes fluttered open. She rolled over and glanced lazily at her the clock. Fuck... She had overslept, having forgotten to set her alarm. She jumped out of bed and tried to ready herself hurriedly. Fuckedy Fuckedy Fuck!
She stumbled down the stairs, trying to pull her jeans on over her shapely hips. She tripped; flailed and tumbled down the stairs. Unraveling herself at the foot of the stairs."Owch..."Evie ran over to turn on the shop's lights, rubbing her head. Soooo late! She flicked the light switch; with a bang and a fizzle the lights blew out. Oh come on! she fumed from the darkness.
Evie fumbled her way to the cellar door; which was quite a feat in the dark. She never really had cause to go down there. Once again, whilst making her way downstairs, she tripped. Rolling down the stairs, she was eventually stopped by a pile of boxes and such junk at the bottom. The jolt caused the shelves above - old and rotting with age - to collapse; raining a pile of sticky old chemicals down on her.
Evie sat in the foul puddle, dripping, for some time, bubbling with fury. She got up slowly, but slipped and landed in the puddle again. Fuck the shop! She stormed, and slid, her way back upstairs. Passing through the shop she slid and fell into a plant display "Well that's the fucking venus fly-traps ruined!" She screamed loudly into the shrubbery. It was surprising she knew exactly were she'd fallen. Luckily the lights were still working in her flat upstairs.
Going into her bathroom she stripped herself of her sopping clothing. The noxious fumes from the chemicals were making her feel dizzy and ill. I think I deserve a day of relaxation She stepped delicately into the shower; slipping under the hot water. She tactically removed the excess plant from her hair, their little plant mouths trying to snap shut, and let them drain down the plug-hole, those that wouldn't go properly were forced down by her toe. That looks a funny colour...
After washing her glossy hair, she squeezed shower gel onto her bosom and lathered her body. She was really feeling quite strange; very light-headed. Her body seemed more sensitive to her touch. "Mmmm" she groaned, slowly slipping a hand between her legs. Maybe she's lucky she lived alone...
She emerged from the shower and wrapped a towel around herself. It was quite odd, she didn't usually do things like that...She sat on the edge of her bed. Evie stretched out in front of herself; her fingertips appeared to be a greenish tint...
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