Chapter 4 - Stella
Stella
The rising morning sun creeps in through the partially open curtains. I roll over onto my stomach and bury my face into my pillow. My angry bladder is the only reason I get out of the warm bed. After I use the bathroom and wash my hands, I shuffle my way back to my room.
I take this as my cue to get out of bed and finish my morning yoga.
After thirty minutes of virtual yoga, I feel stretched and relaxed.
The instructor makes each video feel like you are in the same room.
Heading upstairs, I take a quick body shower to rid myself of the sweat.
Sitting down at the vanity, I get to work blow drying my hair and twisting it into two of the cutest space buns.
It’s too hot for my hair to touch my neck.
I do my quick light makeup routine: soft foundation, a little pinkish blush, the black mascara that makes my eyes pop, and my signature bubblegum pink lip gloss. I glance at my phone and see a text from Ansel.