she has dreams in her eyes.Tuesday, August 22, 2006

She'll towel dry her hair, then she will use the hair dryer. next comes the flat iron, straightening comes strand by strand by strand. Part curly, part silky. Then comes the cream, the base, the powdering of the nose. Meticulously applying that thin black line right above the eyelashes - the line that has to be just right, not too thick not too thin. The sweeping of the mascara in one fluid motion. Eyelashes, defined. Yes, she's ready to face the world.

She'll wal down the stairs, keys gently clinking in her hand. the key turned anti clockwise, she'll slip in. Before anything, the key has to be turned into the ignition, the accelerator brrhhmed which makes the orange petrol light switch to friendly greenyellow CNG light. Press the button, turn the dial - the warm air blowing turns soon cool. The cellphone with two cameras will be taken out and placed towards the right, the tape power on and then the mp3 player button.

She'll fumble around the glove compartment and critically analyze which of her three favorite sunglasses she feels like today. more often than not, she'll choose the pink ones. Slide them on in one fluid motion, she'll smile.

only then will she adjust the rearview mirror, press the clutch, shift into first, put the handbrake down, lave the brake, press the accelerator.

And she's gone.