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November 14, 2005

The new reality

This morning I looked inn the mirror, a face only a mother could love, annd only a wife would slap. It's the carbohydrates, I told myself, but my face has always been too common looking for my ego. I have a big rounnd face, with no exeptionnal features, I always look like someonne, that someone knows somewhere. There is not much structure or bonnes in my face, mainly a long forehead, wide thick eyebrows, a meaty nose, thick lips annd nno jawbone. I remedy the lack of any distinnctionn in lower part of my face with a beard I have been keeping ever sinnce I could have one.

I brushed my teeth, they are gettinng an amber hue over them, so I brushed a bit harder. I washed my face. and went downnstairs. There was plenty of noise coming from there and I was curios what was going on. Once I got around the fouyer and entered the kitchen, the lights almost blinded me. the kitchenn was full of people I did not know, but somehow they looked familiar. "Here you are, sleeping beauty, we are ready for you," I heard a man's voice with british accent. I rubbed my eyes, trying to get a better look. There, where the voice had come from, there was a stocky man with blond hair and blue eyes, with a wide smile on his face. Next to him there was a camera with a man standing behinnd it annd looking through the lenz. I was speech less. Who were these people in my house? I thought. But before I know it, I was yanked by two girls , taken to the living room next to the kitchen and was sat down on a chair.

"hello love," one of the girls said, as the other one brought a long mirror and set it infront of me."who are you"? I asked. " I'm Jan, you look too wide eyed for the morning, we got to make you up a bit," She said, and then she put some kind of fondation on my face. "what was that, where is Marjan, Marjan? I almost screamed. " settle down chap, I got to soften those lines on your mug, you look scary," she said. "Where is my wife "?

Posted by Idinraha at November 14, 2005 03:35 PM

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