pleasure in despair
Sara looked at herself in the mirror with a mischievous smile. Her white leggings were her favorites, although that day they were playing a little trick on her. She paced back and forth in the dry shower, crossing her legs, taking deep breaths, and repeating to herself, "Hang on, hang on..."
But her body had other plans.
"This is a national emergency," she muttered, laughing to herself.
She tried to distract herself: she posed in front of the mirror, twirled around, made dramatic faces like a runway model... but each step only made her laugh more nervously. It was as if she were starring in her own absurd reality show.
At one point, she stopped and burst out laughing.
"Well... I guess I lost the battle."
Far from being upset, Sara looked at herself again and started laughing even harder. The situation was so ridiculous that she couldn't take it seriously. She pulled out her phone and, laughing, started recording short clips like a reporter:
"Breaking news: Sara vs. her own patience and clearly patience won oh wait, just kidding
She walked carefully, still laughing, promising herself she wouldn't wait so long next time, and without thinking, she indulged herself amidst the chaos.
In the end, all that remained was a funny story she knew she'd tell someday though perhaps omitting a few details.
