At first glance, anyone could say she’s attractive. That’s plain to see.
She’s in a green jacket with yellow stripes running down the sleeves. She’s wearing a short jean skirt and her legs seem as smooth as a baby’s bottom. She crosses and uncrosses them as she talks to her companion – an elderly man who listens to her intently. His hair is a balding shade of salt and pepper gray and it reflects in the ambient light of the restaurant. Her hair glistens in the light as well – long, flowing hair that follows her every move. It is well kept and straight, with bangs brushed to the side.
They soon leave the restaurant, probably to go back home. She opens the door to a very organized room – her things are as well kept as she keeps herself. The size is just right. Just for her. The walls are painted in a light pastel color – probably a color that she picked out herself. Then had someone else paint it for her. The glow of her high tech laptop is what keeps her awake at night as she sits on her four post bed with it. The prints on her bedsheets are probably very simple – lines, polka dots and checkers. Sometimes she snuggles in them as she turns on the flat screen tv and watches her favorite shows – the top two being Gossip Girl or the Ellen Degeneres Show. On the rare occasions that she actually does sleep, she hugs an oversized stuffed toy and dreams of things that only she knows of. Finally, when it’s morning, she stretches her slender body and jumps out of bed. She looks at herself in the full length mirror on the wall to make sure everything is in order. And she’s off to start her day again.
