Midnight blue feather on the side of my hair. Black silk turtleneck to my chin, black leotards, silver belt.

Last, I buckle the ankle straps of my five inch, Joan Crawford style, platform silver leather shoes. I had found them in one of those moviestar thrift stores where costumes and fabulous things collect dust. They fit me perfectly.

I turn on the pink lamp by the window and it drops a glow the color of sunset and then I turn on my computer. I sit on the leather desk chair in front of my computer. A pale orange rose is inside the pink crystal bud vase next to my computer…