one glance to your right could end up keeping you all night

A generally shy girl fell asleep at approximately 8:49pm on her comfortable couch while watching her new favourite show. She’d much rather have been revamping that over-sized wife-beater by attaching a firmer netted braid randomly around the bottom half of the vest. The overwhelming need to finish the revamping project combined with a British boy’s bellowing voice whipped her back to consciousness after roughly 37 of her 40 winks. One and a half sips of tap water later her feet slid into two waffle towelling slippers and started walking towards the dove grey bedroom. Three quarters of the way there she realised that although using fabric glue might speed up the process, it wasn’t necessarily the way to go. It was then that the generally shy girl imagined having to sew the netted braid to the bottom half of the vest using her sewing machine and the available thread she had, Charcoal being the darkest shade of the three and the projects suddenly seemed less appealing. Ironically enough, her desire to add the final touches to what might be the perfect first-date outfit overpowered the disdain that she carried for these courting rituals. Off she went and 182 seconds later he rang.