Getting used to this new normal

Back inside, Rabiah breathed a deep breath.

It hadn't been her intention to answer the door dressed like that. It had just happened, pretty much. A gut reaction for lack of a better word.

"I guess I can walk around like this." she thought, thoughts on Aicha at the moment. Probably asleep. Though the Muslim knew she be proud of her taking the initiative in wearing this outfit and breaking it in.

Even then, there was something different about having her vision restricted to just the small slit in the niqab. Depth perception was a bi-

Rabiah banged into a wall. Not her intention, just got distracted. Shifting the headgear back around, she was back on her way to her bedroom.

Of course, she needed to walk down the hall to get there. Idea of future art and or pictures to go there swirled through her head.

Such decision were best made when Aicha could finally come over. Yeah, that was for the best.

"Crud. I already miss her." Rabiah thought, smile on her face. To some extent, she had been hooked by this beautiful woman and brought her into Islam.

Heading into the bedroom, she gave the pile of clothes a look. Then it's back to the clothes on her bed.

One by one, she hung them all up. While a challenge with the hijabs and niqabs, she got the hang of it surprisingly quickly.

"Phew."

There was one real thing to do - head to sleep. A simple task, but not one without some obstacles. The first of which was pushing her suitcase off the bed.

Brushing her teeth came next. Don't want to get cavities or the other nasty stuff. Flossing followed it.

"Should I shower?" Rabiah asked herself, shaking her head. That could come tomorrow. Or when she woke up. Both were good options.

Electing to stay in her current outfit, she crawled under the covers. If she had been more observant, the now more apparent breasts would've been noticed.

Tomorrow was a good time to find out about that.