Mannequin
"Beautiful." Rosa's face pressed against the cool windowpane of a luxurious store. Her eyes scanned the mannequin. She marveled at the burgundy silk dress on display. "Oh to be the mannequin wearing that. I'll never be able to afford it." A sigh escaped her mouth before turning away from the shop. Rosa walked home that day. Encompassing the scenery, she felt a sense of serenity that filled her awareness. The sun warmed the pale skin on her body. The smell of freshly cut grass and blooming daisies quickly averted the feeling of hopelessness she had earlier. Birds singing songs. The sounds of distant laughter echoed through the streets. A smile danced across Rosa's face. Her limbs swung freely.
