Light spills through jalousies,
warming floorboards with one sweeping wave,
dresser, vanity, tea set, finally bed,
touching her cheeks flushed from first heat.
She tousles brown locks over her face,
huffs, “See me tomorrow!”
tucks her head into the peach blanket ruffles,
breathing in the detergent of the fresh fabric.
Brazen is the sun, determined,
which sweeps through cotton sheets,
prodding her to see the day,
birds singing in the windowpane.
She flounces her blankets off,
betrayed by heat of summer morning,
sprawls her arms to cast out tensions,
sleep energy transferring out her body.
The door creaks revealing an angel-haired maiden,
sweet as lilies that float away in the creek,
she whispers, “It’s time,”
then tends to the eggs and cinnamon bread.
Thus, she scurries to the closet for a fresh pick,
observing fabrics, cuts, and colors choicely,
an array of careful consideration,
while changing out of her pajamas.
She turns toward the vanity,
pinches the soft of her belly fat,
winces, eyebrows furrowed,
grimacing toward the reflection.
She focuses back to the array of patterns,
pulls a plain navy suit with gold finishings,
holds both pieces to her frame,
fidgets, poses, unsure.
She tips on her toes,
tilts her head to the side,
puffs out her chest for expression,
She studies the smooth and rough surfaces of her face,
tousles her hair in careful, cascading waves,
puckers her lips for rouge,
closes the clasps of her peep toed pumps.
She makes her way out,
pauses, hand on the door,
rushes back, once more,
searching for imperfections.
She flattens her face on the cool mirror,
leaving a nose imprint,
pulls back, revealing a dimpled smile,
then she whisks away without a second glance.