Daily writing prompt
What are your morning rituals? What does the first hour of your day look like?
She slipped out of bed hours before anyone else. Cats swirled around her feet as her fluffy little slippers carried her down the steps covered in thick, old carpet.
“Yes, yes, meow meow,” She cooed back at her hungry little cats while she pulled their food from the cupboard. “I know, I know, I have starved you, and you are so hard done by!” She said sarcastically, as they were very well cared-for kitties. The cats stood on their back legs and head-butted her knees as she tried to fill their bowls on the counter. With a flourish, she finished, and her fuzzy babies scrambled to their bowls.
She washed her hands and looked down at her long nails, which were long and luxurious, more due to good genetics and neglect rather than expense. Her hands were sore and bruised from car club night. Last night was interior night, which was her specialty. Her hands were sore and tired from trying to squeeze and shape flooring around the pedals of a 1952 Chevy Sedan. She gently touched the goose egg bruise on her forehead. She had sat up and caught it on the open vent window. Rookie move. It was definitely going to be a two-coffee day. She reached for her favourite cup and some ibuprofen.
Eve Di Potenza 
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