Morning of the Rite

Stirred by the golden rays of light bathing me in light, the lids of my eye awoke to a missing warmth. Groggy and hungry, a weak yawn escaped my lips as I took note of Cece in front of a mirror.

Applying foundation to her face, she glanced down at me. "You're awake. How'd you sleep?" 

"Like a baby." Tilting my head as she patted down her make-up, refining her already spectacular features, I couldn't help but sigh in jealousy. 

I have no idea how to wear make-up. I tried eyeshadow once, but it felt heavy. It made me super sleepy. Never wore it again, Not to mention it's crazy expensive. I don't understand how people buy this stuff every week or month. 

A/N: I called my sister a man after she told me this, lol. 

"What? Your staring." Cece pointed out, lowering the pad in her hand. She turned to me with a smile. " Want me to do yours?" 

"Mine?"