I got up and started to go about my morning routine. This morning, I could affort to take it a bit more leisurely, as it was my day off. I went over to my dresser and
started to put on some casual clothes. A little thing stuck in my mind, I thought I had put on a different nightgown than my current one the previous night. Just out of
curiosity, I looked about for the nightgown I thought I'd worn. Hmm, not in the immediate vicinity. I must have just worn it earlier in the week and put it in the
laundry. A trivial thing, and I had chores to do. Gee, I really know how to kick back, doing chores through my day off. Breakfast was next on the agenda. I picked
cereal, because it was quick. I reached my hand into the fridge to get the milk, grasping the bottle gingerly because I remembered the cuts from the thorns. Funny
thing, those thorns, they hadn't hurt going in, but the cuts itched and stung like all get out once I'd noticed them. To my surprise, it didn't hurt to touch the jug of
milk. I subconsciously pulled my hand away. The cuts were gone! As odd as that was, the thorns were small, almost hairlike. They must have just healed quickly, it
happens. I sat down at the kitchen table to eat my cereal. The flowers were still sitting there, and they had wilted considerably. Gee, some gift, an anonymous guy
sends me cheap flowers that wilt overnight. Just as well he's anonymous, I wouldn't want to date a cheapster like that. Now, I had to decide which chore to do
first.