Sunday, August 15, 2010
I caught a glimpse of the hypnotic expansion and collapse of my animal print swathed ribcage in the mirror. For a moment, I believed was inches away from a dangerous feline.
The toothbrush hummed while I stared at the breathing animal, dumbfounded. Everything appeared to be in happening in slow motion and I began to feel light headed.
The toothbrush beeped to a halt and I was snapped out of my safari trance. It was just me. Duh. I rubbed my sides, spit, and rinse.
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