5:30 AM.

So, in my hung-over disorientation... I shambled of to do my morning... Umm... relief? Then, as I'm just the opposite of Cheryl, and can't see distance-like without glasses, I had to dump about a gallon of contact-wash-fluid onto my contacts!... the ones I had of course forgotten I had in and slept with them that way! (Hey!, give me a frigging break!, it's my first time wearing the damned things!) Crusty-eye! Umm... I don't think it says to wash them like this while they'er still in your eyes!? AH, HAR,, HURTS!

She went with me this last time around... to get my new pair of glasses... and so, she picked the new ones out! I don't care much for the ones she picked, as they look far to much to me, like the ones that SHE wears!
They are made by Coach and called Deborah Glasses! SEE!?

It wasn't rally to hard at that point, to talk me into buying some contacts! My eyes are green normally... sorta?... greenish brown anyhow.

But? The ones she got me to buy?... funky-colored ones called green envy! Now... I think these are a bit much?... and I swear it make them look like I have a purple ring around my irises! Scared me actually!... the first time I saw my eyes in a mirror!

She thinks it's wonderful!... but, she says... we may have to do something with that mousey-brown hair color I have now?

So!, blinking like mad now! With stinging eyes... don't even THINK about turning lights on just yet! My eyes may just explode! (Okay!... so, I may still be just a little bit semi-drunk still!? What of it?)

I had just opened the first box...(Only open one!) that was already untaped and sitting right there on the very top of the piles of them in the bedroom, shoved my legs into the first pair of jeans that I had found there inside of it!?

I must be putting on some pounds, as they are quite snug all over and seem to be getting really tight now... especially in the waist... I thought that perhaps it was just all of that beer that I had drank last night!... Hum... excellent!... I thought then, as you see?... they already had a belt threaded into the loops of them!

Now normally one is needed for me to just to keep my jeans on? Though that obviously wasn't the case with these.. {Must be an old pair..?} I now wouldn't have to even look for one! Though.... this buckle err... is not one of mine... Huh!

It's got to the point of, 'there's something I'm forgetting, and now I can't get out the door-type-of-thing?'... if don't have a belt on...
(I got pants'ed, both up (wedgie) and down... quite a lot in grade school?... belts put on tightly, had fixed it so that they couldn't do that! Nuff said!?)
I followed it up by the first button-down style of shirt, I found it right under the jeans, something that's looking likely to be fitting me... but I did so without actually... looking-at-it-like?...
(the lights were not on in the room for that matter, so?)

What's the use in looking at the top... like, with my eyes whacked-out? The one with Cheryl, inside it above?... that's the one that my fumbling fingers had soon uncovered, then, me being me!... it was being pulled right on over my head!... without even bothering to unbutton it!... right down past my waist, and nearly over my butt as well... err.. it seems!?

“Socks?... gona be warm today.. Umm... these seemed thin enough, if a bit long

(knee-high)... M'Kay!... Shoes?...?”

My sneakers?, I remembered then... were now out on the back mini-deck that our new place had still, as they were drying out... John had spilled (reads... kicked-over while stumbling drunk! ) his beer that he had left right there on the floor by his foot, and, it landed all-over mine late last night... and so, they of course then had to be washed out.

“Umm... so, Boots then!...?, now where?...?” and being not even half-awake yet, the only boots that I then found?... well, at first I had thought that they were my cowboys ones... only?... these things are black, not brown?... I then, after looking around... not seeing any other likely alternative, so... (Shrug?), I pulled them on anyhow, but, just like the clothes...

( I didn't realize any of this until way... way later! ) they also were not mine, and they were in fact girls nearly-knee-high ones with a side zipper-up tasseled thingy and they now completely covered the lower legs of my jeans... and no amount of struggling with said jeans got the legs on them to come up more than an inch or so... and so, out of...?... and then over them boots just wasn't going to be possible, much less would the tops of such boots... err... allow themselves to be stuffed up?... like, underneath!?... with like, no time left now with all this fooling around, after looking pie-eyed over at the bed-side clock again...

5:45 AM.

... to find my lose-fit jeans, and/or the pull-on type boots... none was left to hunt them up now?... “well, screw it!” I muttered... so I just gave it up as a bad job, zipped them up as they were!... and, just left them over my jeans like that!
I looked down at them then, they were complete with fancy, but for some reason... (now why?) completely blackened-out fancy bits all over them that made them look scruffy, but not dirty, (Hum I didn't seem to remember at the moment, that I've never in my life bought any such Engineer type boots? Much less that such boots, have a square, not a semi-pointed toe on them!) and these had a rather substantial height to the tapered heels on the backs of them... (3-1/4 inches) and in fact?... they belonged to Cheryl.

( It seems that she wears gold accessories with just about all her black stuff, so she had first black marker-ed over all the silver-bits, and inset stone bits, then, she put black shoe polish over the entire boot... in several coatings, and had hidden it all... and you know, 'it's a girls and all their stuff matching sort-of thing!'... I would soon learn more than I ever cared to about this, yes... far TOO soon! )

I then all but stumbled my way out into the kitchen, while randomly pulling the trapped hair out of my top with one hand, and running a brush through it all with the other... now I knew at this point that something just wasn't quite right?... as they, the boots?... yeah, well, it wasn't just that they had a higher than expected heel on them or some-such?... or that perhaps I had pulled some muscles yesterday maybe?... walking long distances and times always had given me pain since my accident... and the combination of the switch from sneakers to boots and muscle fatigue now made my walking in them sort-of feel... odd? Nope... Not that!... My balance however was just?... just... Umm... I seem to be leaning forward?... so, it was like my inner-ear-canal-thingy was now somehow, a bit off?

She squints at me then and then says to me... as I entered the semi-cleared kitchen area, “give me that, and I'll do it all up for you again today, sweetie!” as she held out a hand for the brush.
(The key word here being 'UP'? Is what I'd missed!)

Then, as if in an after-thought?... she handed me my thirty-four ounce travel cup of java!...

(A Bubba Keg cup!)
….and then, she set to work!... and finished the brushing-out of my hair as I drank down the first few gulps of my needed life's-blood.

Now, you see it's like this... Cheryl always liked to have her sister stay over her place a lot, so she wasn't staying there all alone over the summers, when most of the students when home. She had become quite accustomed to doing exactly this sort of thing for her sister each morning, and while she was still half asleep... so, the plaited-back sides she then gave me?... that led back to a some type of reverse French-braided and then twisted-around the top style up-do that she gave him right then?... the one that left the remaining bits of hair just flared out-and-around at the top and back of his head...?

“Tie?” she asked me for right then... as my hair is a bit long for a guy?... and I normally just tied it all back with an elastic band or some such at the nape of my neck?

( Yeppers!... You got it!... that's just one more little thing... that her parents were in seriously disapproval-mode of me about! )

I now had to think... Umm... last night it was... ?

I just sort-of glanced around with barely opened and puffy eyes... at all of the boxes stacked about me for a moment, and then said gruffly, “mmm, ahh.. kitch?... Umm... th' junk draw box?... it's...Umm?” before shrugging and shaking my head in reply.

I still wasn't really up yet?... at least not for speech, I was amazed that I even remembered where I stuck the box of them that I had always kept on my kitchen counter at my old place... I would be considering myself lucky now, if I could like, even find my way to my class at this moment? I had just expended-entirely... the small amount of 'stored-up since waking' bit of processing ability I currently had in me, while remembering where they, or their box... had been put!

6:00 AM.

“Hang on a sec, sweetie.” she said then.

My name is actually Michael, she normally calls me Micky though... this sweetie thing was something new for her... (I thought in a random firing of my brain cells...) and so she walked over and fished-around through the hidden depths inside of her purse... that sat there on the table... for a moment or two, she frowned then at what she found down inside of it, before she then walked back over, and up in behind me again, where I sat in the one un-buried chair.

At this point she undid it all again, what she had found wouldn't work with what she had done, I guess?... so?... and so she kinda parted it in the middle and began to pull it from font-to-back again... only this time she did it like in sections or something?... and started like, overlapping it?... or it felt like she did or some-such, and then she played with and pulled on my hair some more... there in the back of my head... and in the end, she was doing something to it up there on the top of my head for a few more moments... one hand held it in place, while she then used something or other to like, 'clamp it' and hold it all pulled back tightly like that! But, she wasn't finished yet, as then she sprayed it on top with some pump-spray-goop, and finger pulled it about!? Then?... while I was distracted in imbibing my caffeine... pulled some of the front side-portions loser and added some clip-things to hold it like that, and then when she had finished?...

…. she had wandered off for a few minutes, and then when she came back... and slid that rather wide black belt, there about my waist?...

and just buckled it together loosely-like... drawing the shirt close around my waist and said, “while you know that you can't actually just borrow this sweetie?... it... well?, it just sort-of completes the whole look?... so, you can just keep it, and I'll buy another... and you'll just owe me for it later....K?

Like, right before she shoved a couple of more pushed-in-clip-or toothed? things into my hair on each side of the very back of my head... and then finally said to me, “And TahDa!..yer, Done!, Now go on, and get off to school sweetie!... ( Myopic look at the clock) you've got less than fifteen minutes of walking time left, before you're seriously late!”

6:15 AM.

(..?.. I had just looked too... over three-quarters of an hour remained until my class started...? )... and then she like, shoved me up and off the chair, and just dropped down into it herself!... well, that is?... after she shoved me in the general direction of our new front door... but, even that was after only giving me just a kiss on my cheek?... and then?... what's with the swatting me on my butt deal!?... and... she really was like stifling a giggle about it! She had thought it was funny?

( So...? I thought... Mum'Kay!... we just moved in together yesterday, and on day one!?... like, what ever happened to my healthy and normal hugs and like, french kisses... or at least one on the lips, goodby? )

6;20 AM.

A bit put out by now... I then shoved my wallet into the inside pocket of...

and un-slung it from the hook... at least what I thought was my own leather jacket?... ( Pic of Cheryl wearing it from the back)

that was hung-up there by the door, and just put it on about myself loosely and then grabbed what I thought was my book-bag thing...

off of the shelf... err... no?... night stand?... yeah, the night stand that John had just left there by the door last night, and slung it up over my right shoulder!

I glanced back at her again once... she just gave me a kinda odd-ball-looking smile, and said, “now you just try to have yourself a good day today with..(all or other?.. not sure which..!?) the girls at school... (half smile) like, for a change?, Okay sweetie?” Umm... and so?...(with the girls? I thought... What?... does she like, know something here that I don't? ) I then just said, “Okay?”..(Cause... I'm like really confused now!) So?... so I?... well, thinking process ERROR!... I simply turned and headed on-off out the door... to walk over to the campus coffee shop for a re-fill, then, off I go to the first one of the four I had today, of my second year of collage, classes. Short day today! Thank gods!... cause I'm BEAT!

Again?... something about all this just didn't... Umm.. quite feel right?... I'm talking besides the fact I'm walking to campus from a new place and all?... because, like, as I walked off to my class?, my head felt a bit Umm... top-heavy now or some-such?... and as it didn't feel like any of my hair was even brushing against the back my neck now?... for some reason?

( I could only imagine what she had done to it, as she was acting really strangely this morning...! Burr... it's chilly!)

I also seemed to be forced into taking smaller steps...? My normal heal-toe rolled step wasn't... wasn't stable?... and the... ear-balance thing didn't help?... so I had to use a bit of my brains limited processes, to like, put my foot down with the heel flush with the ground, with each and every step!?

( I would have to get moving faster than this!... to get my coffee refilled before class! )

The weight or fit of the jacket as it rubbed on my shirt... and, as it brushed against my skin?... well?... it felt kinda odd too, but in a nice way... really. As I then... Umm... single-buttoned?, and closed my jacket against the mornings chill...?...?

( I seemed to have lost two or three of the buttons...)

And, Now I thought?... did she go and run my favorite jacket through the frigging washing machine and dryer!?... and shrink the damned thing up on me?... I thought that she must have right then... as it also seemed to be... Umm... a bit snug?... and it was also definitely shorter now!... or something?!

( One button close leather style woman's tailored blazer... the inner right side pocket had a pack of cigarettes { Cheryl had supposedly quit them things! } and a lighter inside of it, I had stuffed my wallet into the other inside pocket... as, the outer pockets were far to small, and my jeans were too tight!... so?... so he now looked like he had breasts!... thereby completing the over-all picture! )

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To Be Continued...