My life is a Perfect Lie ep 13
Episode 13
I open my eyes to the white ceiling. Brown fan rotates slowly. I look around to see familiar dark blue walls. It's MY bedroom. I get up quickly and my head hurts so badly as if it's being hammered from inside. I look around. I am alone but I don't feel alone. I feel someone is in the kitchen. I get down the bed and grab my umbrella from the beneath my work table. I tip toe to the door of the kitchen.
"This is me Candace", I hear Teena saying.
"Oh"
"Yeah" , she turns around and stirs the coffee in the mug.
"Hi! "
"Hello. How are you feeling? "
"Not that good, you know. My head hurts", I say placing my hand on forehead.
"Here, coffee", she says stretching her arm to me.
"Thanks", I take it
She grabs another mug. Kitchen looks messy. stove greasy, utensils sit everywhere on the black kitchen platform, white walls tuned yellow in the corners, dust bin overflows under the platform. Teena has to find tiles beneath the trash to put next step. I embarrass myself very well. She moves out of the kitchen in the bedroom. I follow her. we sit on the bed. Bedroom is the cleanest place in the apartment.
I see her sipping the coffee. Her light brown lips touch the white mug and takes off. She sits there in her grey T-shirt and black pant. looking absolutely stunning sipping her coffee.
"Did you color your hair again? ", I ask her.
"Yeah. burgendy with...
I open my eyes to the white ceiling. Brown fan rotates slowly. I look around to see familiar dark blue walls. It's MY bedroom. I get up quickly and my head hurts so badly as if it's being hammered from inside. I look around. I am alone but I don't feel alone. I feel someone is in the kitchen. I get down the bed and grab my umbrella from the beneath my work table. I tip toe to the door of the kitchen.
"This is me Candace", I hear Teena saying.
"Oh"
"Yeah" , she turns around and stirs the coffee in the mug.
"Hi! "
"Hello. How are you feeling? "
"Not that good, you know. My head hurts", I say placing my hand on forehead.
"Here, coffee", she says stretching her arm to me.
"Thanks", I take it
She grabs another mug. Kitchen looks messy. stove greasy, utensils sit everywhere on the black kitchen platform, white walls tuned yellow in the corners, dust bin overflows under the platform. Teena has to find tiles beneath the trash to put next step. I embarrass myself very well. She moves out of the kitchen in the bedroom. I follow her. we sit on the bed. Bedroom is the cleanest place in the apartment.
I see her sipping the coffee. Her light brown lips touch the white mug and takes off. She sits there in her grey T-shirt and black pant. looking absolutely stunning sipping her coffee.
"Did you color your hair again? ", I ask her.
"Yeah. burgendy with...