No One to Impress

The light inside the apartment bathroom wasn’t good for getting ready. Usually, Jenifer had to move to the kitchen to finish her makeup. But it was already dark, and the large windows in the kitchen would have done nothing for her. All she could do was try her best to see in the dimly lit bathroom to finish up her eyeliner.

When she was done getting ready, she simply walked to the kitchen to fix something to eat. She ate the dinner of spaghetti in silence, and then moved to the couch to turn on a TV that would soon be ignored. As the TV shows changed over time, her eyes began to glisten with tears she fought to hold back. But she couldn’t help it. The pain of reality was setting in.

She dressed up, but had no one to impress.