tired
Class party tonight at Mira's. It was a good night, I want to say that first. I danced. I laughed until I couldn't breathe at something Theo said about clay.
I came home happy and stood at the hall mirror to take my makeup off, with the big light on.
The girl in the mirror looked exhausted. Grey under the eyes and two lines from her nose down to her mouth. Like she was forty. Like she'd been awake for a week.
I was smiling. I'm almost completely sure I was smiling.
I sat down and drew her fast, ten minutes, charcoal. That's #27 now. It's a woman older than me, and tired, and she looks a lot like the photos of Mormor from the eighties.
Caputo's people saw old women and parents. 28% and 18%. But they were in a dim room for ten minutes. I had the ceiling light on and it took one second.