Just a few errands

Emily began to consider her self-imposed question while the morning light shone through a window, warming her feathers. Distracted for a moment, she stretches her robin-plumed arms to catch as much sunshine as possible. She could… go to work! The temp agency didn’t seem particularly short-staffed nowadays though, and she had gone to work several times this week. Or was that last week? Well, she had a little bit of money saved up either way. She could afford a day off. She scraped at the plate in her hands, then realized it was empty. That’s weird. She could have sworn she had eaten something just now. She suckles on a taloned finger, finding the lingering scent of bacon grease. Ah, yes. She thinks as she wipes her greasy hand off on her chest. I forgot my toast. I knew I was forgetting something.

Setting her plate down, Emily hops back into the kitchen just in time to find cold crunchy toast sitting in the toaster. Pinching it out, she opens the fridge again to look for some jam or butter. She shivers as the cold blast of air tickles her bare waist and shoulders. The refrigerator is unfortunately empty, save for some empty egg cartons and Emily’s cell phone. She pulls the latter out, setting it on the counter while she considers the neatness of her fridge.

“I should go get some more food,” Emily says out loud. Picking up her phone off the counter, she goes to add shopping to her to-do list, only to see that she had the same task on the agenda yesterday. Well, no wonder the fridge was empty! She should get ready to head out. That means she needs to wash this bacon and egg grease off of herself, and get dressed!

Emily draws herself a shallow bath, just as she likes it, and wipes her chest and feathers clean. Although a bit of a ditz, Emily has immaculate personal hygiene. She keeps herself pretty and healthy, often bothered by the obvious discomforts of stickiness in her feathers. When her skin is spotless and her wings are speckless she towels off, then wraps the cloth around her chest, pulling out her makeup and readying the bare essentials for a day of errands.

Of course, in focusing so much on her makeup she forgets all about her lack of clothes. The towel is just tight enough around her chest that unless it falls off she would think she is clothed. However, this is no dress. The height above her bust makes the length reach just past her hipline, meaning anyone more than a meter away can see the bushy red slit between her legs. She applies some red lip gloss today, hoping to compliment her hair rather than contrast it.

The semi-nudity did bother her a little bit. As she was walking out the door she felt the nagging sensation of forgetting something. She had her purse and her wallet so she could buy her groceries. She had bathed and brushed her hair and eaten. Where was her phone? Also here in her purse. What else was there? Oh! Before leaving she turns off the television. There’s no need to leave it running while she’s out. Now satisfied with the completion of her morning routine Emily boldly steps out into the world, clad in nothing but a towel. Also, leaving the toast still uneaten on the counter. Next to the open fridge.