Salon Visit


“Jaz,” the voice resonated in my head pulling me from my pleasant slumber.

“What?” I muttered.

“You said you wanted to get to the salon early,” my mother stated.

I gently rolled onto my side to look at the alarm clock. ‘Oh my God it’s 10:40, how did I sleep so late!’ I yelled as I launched myself from the bed and ran into the bathroom.

I brushed my teeth, ran a washcloth over my body, pulled my hair back, sprayed some light perfume over myself, throw the short sundress that was lying in the corner on and I ran out the door.

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