your step sister entered your room. her brown long hair was damp due to her just being in the shower. she smelled life birthday cake. she was wearing a pink tank top and short pink pajama pants.

she looked over your shoulder. she always entered your room without knocking, it bothered you but she didn’t care. her name was esme.

“you know, you should really use a different shampoo that actually smells like something. yours smells so bland.”