She wakes up Graciously extending her subtle body away from the pine bed. Feathers float as she arranges her bedding and cushions over the mattress.
As she exits her sleeping chamber, her light steps creak on the wooden floor.
She then proceeds to taking her shower, foam gliding down her soft body.

Steam is rising clearing her eyes from the nights sand. She takes her time , rinsing the bubbles and applying the sweet lavender shampoo that makes her hair so sweet.
Then , as if just awoken , she proceeds to her room , in her scanty bathrobe leaving her dainty footmarks to dry by the heated room.
She then matches her underwear with her clothes for the day ahead; without makeup she leaves a princess.
She shuts the door takes her teensy bag to her tiny car. She shows no aggression handling her car ;through first gear to second then to first, as if in an perpetual cycle she ensues smoothly to work.
As she arrives work , she checks her lipstick as usual in her rear view mirror; then with a significant smile she greets all her friends in the salon. Everyone likes her there , everyone is jealous too ,I know, I saw their faces.
Then as her first client comes in she greets her with all her sincerity; She could make anyone feel at home.
Her delicate hands glide through their hair, like a swan through misty water. With grace she creates meticulous hairstyles; like an artist, she creates beauty, her beauty, wherever she passes.
At lunch she eats with a certain elegance, her humble sandwich. Not taking too long, she goes back to her work, with the same enthusiasm as earlier on.
Handling the sweet scenting mousses and shampoos , she cleanses the troubles of the day away.
At the end of her shift she goes back home, still with that soft glimmering expression on her face. On her way through the long winded streets, she visits the local shops; Going through the endless rows of food , she puts together a succulent list for her dinner. Back home , she lies in front of the blaring television thinking pensively...
After her long day she rests elegantly on the settee eating her home made meal.

The steel door locks with a thump, Goodnight my dear.

Q