After a short walk that felt like a thousand steps, she has arrived and unravels onto the crisp, cool sheets of the bed. As she lay quietly, whispers of burning thoughts start to fill her mind.
Her suitcase, thrown in exhaustion onto the plush suite sofa, is filled with already distant souvenirs. Each piece is a character from the story, an emotional-player in the theatre of her past.
The try-on commences; the suite doors open, allowing the smells of the late hours to breeze in, her make-up strewn on the bed, accessories draped across every surface and shoes thrown across the carpet, the scene is set and she feels the drama of dress-up start to envelop her. Dress up to face life. Dress up to stay alive.
