She sits and stares into her hands, focusing more on the blood rushing out of her leg causing it to tingle than her fastpaced, colorful surroundings. In these moments of fast forward, she always moved slower- the energy of the room draining her... Like her leg. She has been sitting for the past forty-five minutes but the movement around her deflates any artificial energy that she had sucked out of a mug earlier that day.
Watching her hair dye change from pink to maroon was her favorite part of the trip to salon. It always confused her why the dye never looked like the red it was to become. This world of beauty and preparation left her in a state of child-like wonder.
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