Ellette reached blindly across the white vanity to the dresser for her large, black rimmed glasses. Slowly her face swam into focus out of the abyss of her natural eyesight: sheltered blue eyes, short chaotic black hair with gold strands and a face complete with wrinkles courtesy of last nights pillow. She sighed and rubbed her cheek trying to get rid of the pesky marks on her cheeks that were marring the image she could now see with almost un-welcomed clarity.