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beautiful morning [pre-milliways]
May. 25th, 2009 07:26 pmOlive usually gets up early in the morning, so she can have the Pie Hole ready for customers by the time Ned comes in. (You never know when people are going to get a hankering for pie-- and besides, the piemaker's smile is worth the 6-am alarm clock.)
So, this morning when the beep beep beep of her alarm clock goes off, she doesn't hit Snooze, groan and roll over. No. Such things are the actions of comedic fictional characters in sitcoms. Instead, Olive sits up in bed, three-quarters awake already. Within moments she is up, slipping into her bright orange day dress, and scrutinizing her face in the mirror. Is the face cream working?
Are there less wrinkles than before? Olive often worries about her wrinkles, since her mother often told her (hinting, as it were, that the biological clock was rapidly turning into a bomb) that a woman's beauty needed continuous maintenance after her 30th birthday in order to snag a man.
She sighs, and re-applies a dose of well-advertised face cream anyway. After examining herself from various angles, Olive fixes her hair and eats a wholesome breakfast of Life cereal (with a little sugar on top). She feels optimistic about the day, as if something new and exciting is just around the corner.
As she unlocks the door to the Pie Hole, she smiles at a passing jogger. "Beautiful morning, isn't it?" she calls. Olive turns the door handle, and-- well, this certainly isn't the Pie Hole she remembers.
She takes a hesitant step forward.
So, this morning when the beep beep beep of her alarm clock goes off, she doesn't hit Snooze, groan and roll over. No. Such things are the actions of comedic fictional characters in sitcoms. Instead, Olive sits up in bed, three-quarters awake already. Within moments she is up, slipping into her bright orange day dress, and scrutinizing her face in the mirror. Is the face cream working?
Are there less wrinkles than before? Olive often worries about her wrinkles, since her mother often told her (hinting, as it were, that the biological clock was rapidly turning into a bomb) that a woman's beauty needed continuous maintenance after her 30th birthday in order to snag a man.
She sighs, and re-applies a dose of well-advertised face cream anyway. After examining herself from various angles, Olive fixes her hair and eats a wholesome breakfast of Life cereal (with a little sugar on top). She feels optimistic about the day, as if something new and exciting is just around the corner.
As she unlocks the door to the Pie Hole, she smiles at a passing jogger. "Beautiful morning, isn't it?" she calls. Olive turns the door handle, and-- well, this certainly isn't the Pie Hole she remembers.
She takes a hesitant step forward.
