Cheap Cavit in the middle of the night was the closest she came to bliss. She barely owned a wine glass anymore after quitting drinking but this night was different. She had bought it during the day and she kept in her car debating whether to drink or just offer it to someone. She thought about it all day at work and not who she would give it to but if she was going to savor it in the bottle or she needed a glass. As she drove home in the minutes towards midnight she was lost in usher’s voice in her defening stereo. She was a whole new level of crazy, it was like she was a free spirit again. She got home walked to her room staring at the bottle as she laid it on her glorious purple vanity, moving her makeup to one side. She sat down on the stool and stared at her eyes, it was as though she was in love with what she saw. Her big brown eyes glistened and a silly smirk masked her face she was a sea of undefined emotions. She took her cleansing wipes and craftly took down her make up and not missing even a dot on her face. Satisfied by her prowess she stripped down and covered up with her towel ready for a shower.
She had considered a bath but the idea of water trickling down on her seemed ideal for the cleansing she expected. Letting the hot water run down on her felt like holy water on a stray demon but she did not even move or express any distress, actually, she was lost. Oceane seemed to be in a world of candy and ponies, she seemed totally peaceful. She stood there for at least half an hour before she actually decided on cleaning up. As soon as she left the bathroom she was on the roll. Like a detective with a new piece of evidence she wildly swayed her well defined curves to her room she began her daily ritual. Oiling herself head to toe then combing her hair followed by one last thing a cup of chamomile tea.
She walked to the kitchen but instead of preparing tea, she grabbed a tumbler cup and raced back upstairs. She turned off her lights leaving the virtual aquarium in her room as the only source of light. To Oceane this was like a night in the deep end of the pacific, she knew she was drowning but she had sworn to herself that she would die smiling. She poured the cheap wine in the cup and gulped it down greedily and soon her cup was dry. “This cup is not working maybe straight from the fountain was better” she thought as she lifted up the bottle. As soon as she was three quarters down the posters in her room were spinning and the guys in the photos were talking to her, some even dancing. She realized she was drunk. She crawled to bed and soon she was snoring.
Kay Kay Njuguna