WJ Entry #009
November 18, 2019
She usually wakes up late but today is an exception. She paces around her cool bathroom, waiting for the hissing water to reach a suitable level. The early morning haze lights up the frosted glass window and puffs of steam coil off heated lines of water. She quickly sheds her clothes to escape the chill. As she continues with her morning shower routine, she grabs her oversized bottle of bathing lotion from a glass shelf. It's from one of her favourite brands: 'The Good Stuff'. There's something about the calming scent that makes her forget her stress and just enjoy the moment so she relishes in the feeling. The liquid makes her skin impossibly soft and round, miniature bubbles form in most areas of the shower stall. They shift colours in the light and a second look is enough for them to disappear.
Before she leaves, she returns the bottle to the shelf. There's barely any of the beige fluid left so she watches as it drops from the nozzle to the base, like a sticky hourglass. It's fascinating to see the way this fluid moves. It's almost like slime that has a mind of its' own. She moves close to the bottle to get a better look. It really is peculiar. Each drop that lands in the base seems to shake the whole bottle...it doesn't seem right. She reaches for the container and just as her fingertips graze the cool plastic, the bottle cap snaps open with a click and the sentient fluid spills itself out of the bottle. She shrieks a little and stumbles back out of the shower but she doesn't make it very far. The sweet-smelling slime crawls towards her with precise movements until it catches her heel in a claw-shaped mass. She shrieks again and tries to pull her foot free but all that does is stretch the goo.
In a matter of seconds, her favourite bathing lotion manages to completely encase her left foot. She watches now, out of morbid fascination. It doesn't hurt and she's stopped her sharp squealing.
It's strange. This goop styles itself into something resembling a skin-tight, futuristic heel boot and she flexes her foot a little. Nothing changes.
Her mind is usually filled with superheroes and anime so she does what any main character would do and tests out this new thing on her foot. She kicks the wall. She's not expecting much. Maybe she kills the goo thing, maybe she hurts her foot, maybe she makes a strength induced dent in the wall...each option feels like it could change something in her life so there's no harm in trying it. She doesn't expect her super foot to go right through the wall though, sending chunks of cement and brick fragments flying from the force of it.
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She calmly places her encased foot back down next to her. Her face scrunches up and a soft sigh escapes her lips as she thinks about how much it's going to cost to repair the wall. She wishes she didn't finish so much of that damned bottle too. She's going to be broke and the lamest hero ever. Foot girl.