Routine.

Heya Everyone! So this week I gave myself the challenge of starting each new paragraph with the same three words ‘Your hands shook’. Sorry, it’s so short, I’ve spent all day doing advertising stuff for my dad’s business and haven’t really had any time to write. I’m also in a lot of pain - so there is that.

Please be aware that today's short story is written in the second person point of view, and assumes that the ‘you’ is of the humanoid and female variety.

Your hands shook, raising the eyeliner pencil to your face before dropping it back down to tap against the sink. Your other hand was gripped so tightly around the basin that your knuckles were as white as the marble they clung to. Who were you kidding? You couldn't do this. You forced the tears that threatened to undo all your hard work away. A deep breath reminding you of the tight dress that restricts your breathing while hugging your curves.

Your hands shook, abandoning the eyeliner pencil and gripping tightly onto the bench top, bracing your weight so you could shift your weight and settle back into the sky high heels that had seemed a genius idea mere moments ago. Now, the confidence you had had was gone, terror dragging every inch of you down. Panic replacing calm.

Your hands shook as you raised them to your hair, ruining the perfect coiled curls you had spent hours twisting until they were exactly how you had envisioned, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Not now.

Your hands shook, eyes watching them as you took a deep breath and forced yourself to calm down, reaching for the eyeliner pencil to finish your make up. This was nothing new, nothing out of the ordinary, the same thing you did every week. You could do this.

Your hands shook, clutching a small purse tight to your side as you stepped out of the bathroom, hiding your nerves behind a tight smile. You could do this.