This morning when I woke up the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and I was staring down a long numbered list of garden to-dos. Hmmm, not today I thought and pulled the curtains closed on my busy, “get-it-done-while-singing” flora and fauna. How about I’m queen for today? I selected a wickedly dark blue nail polish and set my self-serving plan in place.
While waiting for my nails to dry I pulled up an old book of short stories to keep me in the proper frame of mind: Snow White, Blood Red edited by Ellen Datlow and Terry Windling. Brief dips in the pond of powerful women acting on their passions. What’s not to like here?
My newly aggressive nails made me want to pump iron-a girls gotta have muscle to keep those pesky dwarves under command. So I jumped into my gym clothes, put on some wailing Adele and did a quick 30-minute workout from my mobile.
I felt good. Hair piled high, sweat dripping from my nose, I flexed a bicep and imagined glittery spells crackling from my fingertips.
In the shower I soaped up and washed my hair, more “me time” ideas brewing in my head: a hair pack, a mud facial, and a bath. I used the jagged bath bombs I made from lavender, gleeful over the bubbling, frothing potion as they hit the steaming water.
After the bath, I sliced into a crisp Gala apple. The cold, sweet juice burst over my tongue, and my bed whispered a soft spell. I snuggled against my pillows and closed my eyes. In the distance, I thought I heard laughter, but sleep took me before I could realize who it was.