I ain't supposed to bathe today, but I do anyways. I get a nameless house slave to make my water- cause slaves ain't too smart, she believed me when I said the schedule was all changed. She got my water as I brushed out my hair, bradin' it down my back, 'till the tip reached the little dip in my back. I learned how to do it myself, mos' all 'airstyles when I was jus' a girl, an' 'ave done it that way ever since. Miss. Lizabeth the only one who ever touches it, sides me. Mary let slaves sometime, but I don't.
The water ain't real warm, but I don't say nothin'. I probably should- to keep 'er from doin' it again- but I too tired to raise my voice. Beside it really ain't that cold neither- jus' in between the two. I guess it ain't too important, not really anyways.
Real fast the water turns a little brown, from the dirt it licks away from my skin. I sigh into it- feelin' all nice an' peaceful. I always been a water girl, forever that I known myself. The water's always been so calm, an' I always feel so me when I in it. I don't gotta pretend, I barin' myself to the world.
My little fairy tail falls short when the slave knocks an' asks to come in. Breakfast is ready as they's askin' fo' me- it time to get ready. I keep 'er away only fo' a few minutes, then reluctantly say she can come in an' help me. My hair stays in the braid, but she laces up my corset an' helps me fasten a hat atop my head. I guess we goin' outside after breakfast. Maybe ride some horses.
I get 'er to leave when I put my dress an' necklace on- but I still 'ear 'er pacin' outside my door.
"Miss. Corinne," she calls, knockin' once mo'. "Miss. Corinne, oh do hurry."
She probably figured that I lied to 'er 'bout the schedule an' wants no whippin', so she don't want no one to kno' that I've bathed.
"I'll be ready when I ready," I say back to 'er, somewhat annoyed by the whole thin'. I the nicest one to slaves, but they don't gotta take no advantage of me. Maybe she deserve a whippin' if she believes things so easy. Then she'll learn a lesson. Despite my thoughts, I start to move quicker, leavin' my chamber jus' a minute later.
"Everyone down waitin' fo you."
"Right. Well I can escort myself from here, so you're dismissed."
She nods, no thank you, cause she ain't the nicest slave an' disappers down the hall. I take one large breath then descend the stairs, hopin' that Lloyd ain't as cold today. I need a break.
The water ain't real warm, but I don't say nothin'. I probably should- to keep 'er from doin' it again- but I too tired to raise my voice. Beside it really ain't that cold neither- jus' in between the two. I guess it ain't too important, not really anyways.
Real fast the water turns a little brown, from the dirt it licks away from my skin. I sigh into it- feelin' all nice an' peaceful. I always been a water girl, forever that I known myself. The water's always been so calm, an' I always feel so me when I in it. I don't gotta pretend, I barin' myself to the world.
My little fairy tail falls short when the slave knocks an' asks to come in. Breakfast is ready as they's askin' fo' me- it time to get ready. I keep 'er away only fo' a few minutes, then reluctantly say she can come in an' help me. My hair stays in the braid, but she laces up my corset an' helps me fasten a hat atop my head. I guess we goin' outside after breakfast. Maybe ride some horses.
I get 'er to leave when I put my dress an' necklace on- but I still 'ear 'er pacin' outside my door.
"Miss. Corinne," she calls, knockin' once mo'. "Miss. Corinne, oh do hurry."
She probably figured that I lied to 'er 'bout the schedule an' wants no whippin', so she don't want no one to kno' that I've bathed.
"I'll be ready when I ready," I say back to 'er, somewhat annoyed by the whole thin'. I the nicest one to slaves, but they don't gotta take no advantage of me. Maybe she deserve a whippin' if she believes things so easy. Then she'll learn a lesson. Despite my thoughts, I start to move quicker, leavin' my chamber jus' a minute later.
"Everyone down waitin' fo you."
"Right. Well I can escort myself from here, so you're dismissed."
She nods, no thank you, cause she ain't the nicest slave an' disappers down the hall. I take one large breath then descend the stairs, hopin' that Lloyd ain't as cold today. I need a break.
