Tracy sighed as she stared out of the window. The boredom of the past few days had been unrelenting. She stared out at the drizzle, watching as it slowly turn the world around her a dull grey.
She crossed the floor of her bedroom, stopping in front of the mirrors on her wardrobe, and eyed herself critically. She wore a faded cotton vest and a pair of ill-fitting shorts which hung unflatteringly and hid the curves of her body.
“Very sexy.” she thought sarcastically.
A buzzing from her bedside table made her turn and she saw her phone’s screen flash to announce a text message. Before she was able to pick the phone up, it buzzed three more times. Scanning the screen she saw messages from a group chat. Her friend Sara had broken up with her boyfriend Dave. Again.
Tracy sighed at this news. Sara and Dave were more off and on than the light switches in a home for OCD sufferers. But still, the news gave her the excuse to tidy herself up and get ready for a night out as Sara had pretty much demanded that they do so.