While I was more than flattered and somewhat flustered by the shower of praises and compliments that everyone poured on me after the fashion exhibition, I also end up feeling more enervated than I initially thought I would be.
It just happened that on the day after our atelier's successful grand opening, I found myself waking up from a half-day worth of sleep. I wasn't able to get up until mid-afternoon, which is a whole new record for me.
Since my instructor allowed me to have two entire days of break, I didn't make haste. Right after waking up, I just simply got up from my bed and sat on the stool in front of my vanity mirror.
"Oh, wow..." I weakly breathed out right after laying eyes on my reflection.
"I look like a wreck."
With my unruly hair looking like a bird's nest, face so groggy and figure clearly sluggish, I sit before my reflection with a deadpan look. This is undoubtedly the exact opposite of how I looked like a few hours ago.
