Abilene's Vanity
A woman sat at a vanity. The small room had been the second walk-in closet attached to the master suite. She'd had it remodeled as her own little corner of the expansive bathroom. The floor gleamed white, tile shined perfectly. Fluffy burgundy rugs were scattered about. She sat upon a plush, cream-colored, cushion on a small mahogany stool. She wore a thick robe, white as pristine as the floor. It hung open revealing a black negligee. The vanity matched the stool, the wood dark and beautifully grained. The carved inlay surrounding the mirror was ornate, intricately detailed, with a mathematical precision that hadn't worn away over the years.
