Greeted by a friendly bull terrier, I feel welcomed and at ease. The smell of coffee instantly catches my attention and I waste no time in getting a cup. With my latte in hand, I am unstoppable. My over-caffeinated body finds itself exploring random items that it has no business paying attention to. A pretty clipboard? I'll use it someday. A squishy toy? Childish, but a stressed college student's security blanket. Stickers? I can put them on my clipboard. When I regain focus, I find myself immersed in a pile of clothes. A girl can never have enough. A regular Tuesday turns into a fashion show--which sweater will win?
As the caffeine starts to wear off, I take a break to relax in my favorite area--the patio. I let myself sink into the soft beige cushions and begin my weekly "therapy" session on the lounge chairs with a close friend. She, too, is a fan of the patio. Our view is great. It never rains, and it is perfect for people watching. We kick our Converse up on the side table and fill each other in on the weekly tea.
Eventually, we drag ourselves up from the cloud-like chairs, leaving behind a 22-year-old-woman sized dent. Next on the agenda is some literary browsing. As an avid reader, it is difficult to choose a selection. Every book catches my eye. I know I'll get to them all eventually.
Next, I nearly crush myself with a weighted blanket. Somehow I survive, but not without a pillow or two to expand my comfort. My head neatly falls into the medium-firm softness. I will never not get a good night's sleep.
A couple of feet over, I'm drowning in candles. From fresh linen to lavender vanilla, I want to burn them all at once. It's the little things that make me happy.
All of this excitement makes me a little hungry. Luckily, there are plenty of snacks to choose from. I take my time to choose, slowly scanning my options. I move on with my bag of chocolate and a satisfied stomach.
With my half-empty bag of candy, I stroll over to the makeup. My face is a blank palette to try out bold eyeshadow, matte foundation, and bright lipstick. I never went to cosmetology school, but I'm a makeup artist for the day.
After painting my face, I'm drawn to a variety of hand creams and moisturizers. My skin thanks me as I apply some shea butter lotion to my overworked hands. Not only does it smell great, but it's also extremely smooth. I'm so thankful for these little luxuries.
I wrap up my adventures and call it a day. With my assortment of unnecessary necessities, I independently scan each item and drop it in a bag. My trip may be over, but my love for Target is not.
