What Victoria Does Day 3 part 3
Victoria: He didn't answer, but that doesn't bother me. My mind is filled with other things. Click. He's gone now, out the front door? Sands left me alone in his home. I smile, that's' quite a compliment from him.
I finish showering and shut the water off. The bathroom is filled with steam. It clings to the mirrors and hangs in the air. I reach for the towels he left for me. Egyptian Cotton, very nice on the skin. I wrap one around my hair and upsweep the bundle and dry myself off with the other.
I go to the mirror and wipe it's surface with the cloth in my hand. In the mirror a familiar object catches my eye. I turn, walk to the door and close it. The burgundy robe, it's silky and I slip it on over my shoulders, belting it loosely. He won't mind.
I return to the vanity and use the brush I find there to comb out my tresses, then reach for the hairdryer. It doesn't take long before every hair is in place. Our kind are cursed with a strange form of perfection. Once I cut my hair very short and within a month it had returned to its original length, curls and all.
Feeling refreshed I hang the towels to dry and decide to explore. Who knows how long he'll be gone? I wander the halls admiring artwork, wondering which ones he has painted. I wander until I come upon the library. My hand covers my lips to suppress my laughter. The couch, that wonderful brown leather couch. Oh the things we did on that piece of furniture. I run a finger across the edge as I pass. My eyes glance around the room. So many books.
Good I love to read. I start to finger the bindings reading the titles carefully, very eclectic mixture. We have that in common. I should read some of the stuff that he mentioned last night.
Some of the books are quite old, the bindings are worn and in the old style. I carefully remove one from the shelves. The spines creaks as I open the cover. The scent old paper drifts up. I love the feeling of the old books, they have a certain life unto themselves. It's in Latin. I wonder if this belonged to him when he was alive or is it newly acquired. I lift my head. He's coming back. I sense him. Carefully I close the book and return it to its rightful place.
I exit the library and turn down the hall towards. Yes, it's Sands, I can smell him. He's exiting the elevator. I round the coner just as his key turns in the lock. He calls up to me. "Victoria , I've been shopping..." I appear at the head of the stairs in his robe. I hope he doesn't mind, after all is a girl supposed to walk around the apartment naked? I see one of those very stylish white bags in his hand. Cher- E - O is written on the side. My eyes light up. I can't wait to see what he's chosen. "What did you bring me?" I ask in an excited tone.
Victoria: He didn't answer, but that doesn't bother me. My mind is filled with other things. Click. He's gone now, out the front door? Sands left me alone in his home. I smile, that's' quite a compliment from him.
I finish showering and shut the water off. The bathroom is filled with steam. It clings to the mirrors and hangs in the air. I reach for the towels he left for me. Egyptian Cotton, very nice on the skin. I wrap one around my hair and upsweep the bundle and dry myself off with the other.
I go to the mirror and wipe it's surface with the cloth in my hand. In the mirror a familiar object catches my eye. I turn, walk to the door and close it. The burgundy robe, it's silky and I slip it on over my shoulders, belting it loosely. He won't mind.
I return to the vanity and use the brush I find there to comb out my tresses, then reach for the hairdryer. It doesn't take long before every hair is in place. Our kind are cursed with a strange form of perfection. Once I cut my hair very short and within a month it had returned to its original length, curls and all.
Feeling refreshed I hang the towels to dry and decide to explore. Who knows how long he'll be gone? I wander the halls admiring artwork, wondering which ones he has painted. I wander until I come upon the library. My hand covers my lips to suppress my laughter. The couch, that wonderful brown leather couch. Oh the things we did on that piece of furniture. I run a finger across the edge as I pass. My eyes glance around the room. So many books.
Good I love to read. I start to finger the bindings reading the titles carefully, very eclectic mixture. We have that in common. I should read some of the stuff that he mentioned last night.
Some of the books are quite old, the bindings are worn and in the old style. I carefully remove one from the shelves. The spines creaks as I open the cover. The scent old paper drifts up. I love the feeling of the old books, they have a certain life unto themselves. It's in Latin. I wonder if this belonged to him when he was alive or is it newly acquired. I lift my head. He's coming back. I sense him. Carefully I close the book and return it to its rightful place.
I exit the library and turn down the hall towards. Yes, it's Sands, I can smell him. He's exiting the elevator. I round the coner just as his key turns in the lock. He calls up to me. "Victoria , I've been shopping..." I appear at the head of the stairs in his robe. I hope he doesn't mind, after all is a girl supposed to walk around the apartment naked? I see one of those very stylish white bags in his hand. Cher- E - O is written on the side. My eyes light up. I can't wait to see what he's chosen. "What did you bring me?" I ask in an excited tone.