The Whole 9 Yards
The Whole Nine Yards. By ninja5The radio came on. Joanna opened her eyes and immediately regretted it as the light of the mid-morning shot spikes into her head. She started to sit up but realised she would have to settle for rolling. Cheap cotton pyjamas, a ten year old boy would wear, hung loosely off her hips. She checked herself in the mirror. Bed hair; smudge mascara; and some kind of antibiotic resilient fuss was growing on her tongue. She ran the exercise, her mind still cloudy. ...