The girl in the purple shirt wondered whether she looked nice. She was simple and down-to-earth, and thought good thoughts about people within her heart. Yet, on the surface, she showed herself to be cold and uncaring. Pretense was her everyday life, yet she came alive being with herself, for she was never scared to reveal her true self and celebrate her being with so much enthusiasm and excitement when she was alone.
She danced in the night, staring into the glass window and posing. She danced in the shower and made curves and circles on the wall next to the shower and making designs with the froth of the shampoo. She listened to music dancing in front of the bathroom mirror and tried clothes in different styles, just being herself. She sang a tune a low a high - she never sang yet she did once in a blue moon when she opened the fridge and drank water, or holding the coke bottle in her hand as she dragged the heel of her toe because she was too lazy to pretend to be sophisticated at night.
She watched the food heat up on the stove and turned circles on her toe like she was taught in her jazz class, as tired as she was; she loved to show off whenever she could. And though she showed she hated change, she loved change from the core of her heart. Inventing a new step every time she danced to invisible music on the kitchen floor seemed refreshing to her tired body.
From the time she reached back home to the time she slept, the fridge was opened at least 5 times as she gazed inside and bent on her knees to search for ingredients, for junk food - not knowing what she wanted really; just that she wanted 'something'. And that was enough to make her open kitchen cabinets and search and wonder and search some more. She talked to herself, exclaiming and thinking out loud when she felt she was heading nowhere. She called out to food, asking it to appear in front of her, sometimes in frustration 'where ARE you'.
She smiled at the tv when her favorite television shows were coming, and as she saw the scenes roll by, she pictured herself and wondered what role she would fit in - her deep desire to act and be known for her talent, to get applause and rejoice in the same. She munched on what she could find, and kept sipping on a warm water bottle in the middle of the summer till she realized there was no other way but to get up and fetch something from the kitchen herself. She eagerly flicked through television channels to see any shows where food was being made - ah, the love of her life, the love of her very existence and living. And as she saw those chefs cook up something in the matter of minutes, she paid attention like she has never done through the day, and watched as they piled on ingredients to make a dish look so simple and marvelous in taste.
She is a funny person, who loves to be known for making people laugh - she can't crack jokes, yet she tries so hard to make people laugh by being goofy. That's her second name by the way - Goofy.
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