Jayne got out of bed

Jayne opened her eyes, laid on her back she looked up at the ceiling, she turned over and looked over at the clock on the nightstand, the display read 9:06, it was a lot later than she usually slept till. On Mark's pillow lay the vibrator she had used the night before and, on the bed, she found her phone which she had left there before she had fallen asleep last night and rolled back onto her back, staring up at the ceiling as she caught her breath; when she got up she walked from the bedroom next door to the bathroom turning on the light as she entered. She stood in front of the mirrored cabinet and looked at herself and tried not to cry; the swelling on her lips had disappeared, but now marks across her body were visible, she ran her fingers over them and felt a little soreness; her hair was messy from a nights’ sleep and she ran her hands through it, pulling on a few knots, and then she leaned forward and washed her face.

Walking out of the bathroom, Jayne walked naked across her apartment and into the kitchen; she turned on her coffee machine; grabbed a mug; grabbed a coffee pod; and pressed the button, watching as coffee poured down into the mug. While that happened, she walked back into her bedroom and opened a drawer and pulled out a nightie, she walked back to the kitchen, grabbed her coffee and then walked into the lounge, sitting on the end of the blue-grey chaise lounge couch she put her legs up and sipped on her coffee as she checked her phone. When she looked up, she saw the time on the DVR display read 10:00, putting her iPad down she took her empty coffee mug to the kitchen and got herself a small bowl of cereals and returned and sat back down to eat her breakfast. After she had, Jayne walked back into the kitchen, putting the empty cereal bowl in the sink she filled it with water and left it there as she walked back across her apartment into her bedroom.

In the corner of the bedroom stood a full-length mirror that leaned back against the wall, Jayne walked over to it and looked at herself before turning and reaching for her hair brush and she started to brush her hair. When she was happy with it, she stepped to the side and looked outside the window; Jayne looked up at the sky, checking the weather and looked down to see what people were wearing as they walked around, trying to gauge how warm or cold it was outside, stepping away from the window she reached down and pulled the nightie up over her head, draping it over the foot of her bed.