The room bathed in twilight shadow, she stood, her hands splayed against her hips and the freedom of silky draped cotton, just the mention of a smile pulling at her lips and creasing her face with guarded pleasure.
Returning to the dresser she eased out the stool and sat before the mirror. Her reflection looked back expectant and indulgent, illuminated by the bedside lamp sitting uncomfortably on the dresser edge, urged back to where it belonged by a cord that was just a fraction too short.
Slowly, she pulled her fingers across the bottles and tubs; crisp and clean, rounded and comforting, each concealing a secret all their own. A rainbow of colours and textures and smells made all the more mysterious and marvellous by the half-light of the room and the distant sounds of another world beyond the curtained window.