As the elevator rose toward the 14th floor 

she pulled at her still wet hair

scrunching ringlets away from her damp shoulders


She didn't appear self conscious

staring straight ahead

watching the small numbers above the door change one at a time

7, 8, 9,  and so on


I wondered if she was in too much of a hurry that morning or

if she preferred that her hair air dry on humid summer days or

if she realized how she glowed

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