She sits on a stool, left foot tucked under right thigh, in front of the mirror
, applying lotion to her freshly washed face. No makeup now, radiant skin, au naturel
. She wears an oversized white T-shirt, only
. She picks up a wooden brush and with smooth even strokes passes it over her long brown hair
, working out the tangles, follicle to ends, letting it drift softly about her shoulders and back
. Her hair shines in the glow of the small table lamp, like a feathery halo surrounding her.
I am captivated. She glances up in the mirror to catch my eyes watching her from the bed, waiting. I pat the vacant space next to me. She smiles. Puts down the brush.....then joins me.