A
world within a world
I pushed the door open not knowing what scene
would be taking place on the other side.
The heat of the air smacked me in the face, sucking the air from my
lungs. The room was an overwhelming
yellow and the floor spoke to me through the checkered white and yellow squares
that were barely the size of my thumb.
Secrets
The wall on the opposite side of the entrance held two
touchless sinks shaped like a woman’s breast.
In the center was a black censor that knew when someone was in need of a
soothing fluid and would do the motherly honors of cleansing impurities,
refreshing the skin, and preparing oneself to leave this room of secrets.
Ladies
I’ve
seen females hog up the wash counter as they spread their make-up across the
entire area, and finish with such precision, what they could not do at home. The room hosts women of all kinds for whatever
reasons. The gossip room, the hair room,
the toilet room, the obvious place for junkie’s to get their fix, or just
simply a haven to address insecurities.
Noise
The light that buzzes above one of the three stalls
serves as a reminder that this room is never quite. Whispering, laughing, crying, water
flushing. Even the quite gestures in
front of the mirror speak loudly to the atmosphere of this environment. It may offer a small token of privacy or
serve as a sanctuary from the outside world but it is, and will always be a
room that holds the secrets of the most prestigious women of the world.
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