Post by dorio98 on Feb 15, 2010 6:14:24 GMT
She chewed the straw. She didn't have a reason for this, as she sat leaning against the wall. Her hair down as always. Her gray t-shirt and blue jeans were old but cute. She wore boots, she did look a bit like a cowgirl. At least a modern one. She smiled thinking about Alice her mare. Hay is for horses is what Alice would have said if she was here and could talk. She didn't have gum so what else to chew on? Her sea-green eyes were closed as she lightly tapped to the wall. A steady beat, she was just relaxing and enjoying the scent of hay filling her lungs. She sighed smiling. She had the idea of going to ride Alice but this relaxing was to much to leave. Her eyes opened up to see the well lit room. The beat of her head against the wall silenced. She twisted her arms and stretched them out. She wasn't actually that kind of girl. Thats why she was moving after the thought of not moving. She had to move something it was just her. She stood up. Fining that she had hay in her hair. She pulled a few strands out findind no more to disrupt her hair's peace.
The piece of hay in her mouth came out after that. She stomped on it with her boots for the sake of moving. No mirrors, no mirrors, she couldn't glance at how she looked. Her eyes took in her surroundings. Hay bale, hay bale, pitch fork, concrete floor, gray walls, hay bale, hay flakes, hay, hay and hay! Wow what variety she joked with herself. Then laughed at her own joke. The golden sun came through a window she hadn't registered. She shook her head and sat back down. She grabbed some straw and began weaving it into a bracelet. Why not anyways? She could give it to Alice as a treat. A deep breath as she got half way down. She was tapping her foot in a steady beat the whole time. her eyes flickered to the wall every once in a while. Then to the colorfully brown, sarcasm, door. She realized how sarcastic she was being with herself today. Lucy wondered if it was just in her head that she might possibly be in a bad mood. No, not in this paradise. Then thinking about paradise again she laughed. "No Paradise must be more colorful, and the grass is probably green" she glanced at the hay. Smiling she continued in an apologetic tone. "No offense alfalfa! Hay is for horses, not paradise. Hey sue me for a joke!" The last part was more of a cheery tone. She looked at her almost finished art. What a nice snack it would make.