?I?m a leavin??
Her brush held a well practiced rhythm as she looked into the mirror. There was a faint underlying hum that reflected the engine of the spacecraft. Brush. Brush. Brush. The natural oils in her hair surfaced after each precise stroke, her curls passing past her waist and flirting with her hips. The footsteps of children playing in the next compartment only added to the drone of the morning. Brush. Brush. Brush.
?Whay kin?t I do what I want? I want to dance, Ma.?
She set the brush down slowly, moving her head slowly from side to side to inspect the glow that the light provided. Satisfied, she slowly separated each curl, her hands twisting them further before pinning them back, letting the strawberry blond curls take hold in a desired elegant fashion. Even as the children started running into the wall that connected to her room, it did not slow down her movements.
?You be leavin? us like Johnny an? the rest.?
?They are doin? what they want. I deserve that too. Give me the chance, I kin come back if it don?t work out.?
She slid a soft shade of pink over her eyelids, making her green eyes stand out in contrast. Adding a sheer shade to her already pink lips, she stood to inspect her image in the mirror before her. Her tall and slim body was hugged with a soft pink dress that wrapped around her and tied at her waist, emphasizing her petite build. The sleeves were purposely loose and the dress ended just above her ankles. With pink shoes to match, she smoothed out her dress before turning and leaving her compartment to find the area to break her fast.
?It is time for me to have mah life for mah own.?
Her brush held a well practiced rhythm as she looked into the mirror. There was a faint underlying hum that reflected the engine of the spacecraft. Brush. Brush. Brush. The natural oils in her hair surfaced after each precise stroke, her curls passing past her waist and flirting with her hips. The footsteps of children playing in the next compartment only added to the drone of the morning. Brush. Brush. Brush.
?Whay kin?t I do what I want? I want to dance, Ma.?
She set the brush down slowly, moving her head slowly from side to side to inspect the glow that the light provided. Satisfied, she slowly separated each curl, her hands twisting them further before pinning them back, letting the strawberry blond curls take hold in a desired elegant fashion. Even as the children started running into the wall that connected to her room, it did not slow down her movements.
?You be leavin? us like Johnny an? the rest.?
?They are doin? what they want. I deserve that too. Give me the chance, I kin come back if it don?t work out.?
She slid a soft shade of pink over her eyelids, making her green eyes stand out in contrast. Adding a sheer shade to her already pink lips, she stood to inspect her image in the mirror before her. Her tall and slim body was hugged with a soft pink dress that wrapped around her and tied at her waist, emphasizing her petite build. The sleeves were purposely loose and the dress ended just above her ankles. With pink shoes to match, she smoothed out her dress before turning and leaving her compartment to find the area to break her fast.
?It is time for me to have mah life for mah own.?