Rotation

Rotation

Rotation
4-24-07

Night Fell. The darkness was thin, like some sleazy dress that has been worn and worn...thrown on top of the leather chair, resting up after another long night. Lying wrinkled in the stillness until the cleansing ceremony is heard echoing out of the bathroom. The dress also yearns to be clean, clean and ready for more long wild nights. Even the sexy black, no-sleeved, slim short design couldn't tempt and plead during the ceremony. Well, it could if it wanted, but its cry would go unnoticed and abandoned before entering the bathroom door. Just like every other weekend. The polyester quivered, alone within the Miss's room.
A silk ivory bed spread against the plum coated walls, looked empty even with the oak dresser to its left and nightstand by its right. The mannequin heads with three different cut styles; the long haired blond, short haired brunet, and one that was missing. Make up piled all around, some lipstick and powder had fallen to the floor. The closet door near the dress screamed with other seedy outfits money could buy and all wanting to come out to play. The little black dress smiled with pride, lying ruffled on its throne. For when it comes time, the Misses will choose, and no matter how many begging volunteers cry, it'll be that little black dress she picks every time.
Again the room returns to the silence, and by the bathroom door reveals a figure. Her face worn of cosmetics and the masks she wears. One could barely notice, her eyes are blue, hiding behind laced clouds of grey. Admirers call her Cherry, named after the beat-red, vibrant hair that now drapes over her pale shoulders. Soaking wet and dripping the filth to the floor. She stumbles out, grabbing a sweatshirt from the drawer. Cherry crawls inside that mass of soft wool and cotton, burying herself in her ivory covers. The lights all left on; there will not be anymore darkness tonight. Just peace and tranquility.
Poking her head out once or twice to peek at the lofting dress and smiles. Remembering the first time she wore it, the first real love she met. A man of 26, deep dark wavy hair, with golden brown eyes, reflecting through Cherry's when he took her for her first wild ride. The Misses looked away, and digs her face into the blankets, remembering the next morning where he only left her a kiss goodbye. She gave a small sigh and then even her thoughts were quiet for the rest of the night.
Morning rose. The Misses in the bathroom again, and the third wig had reunited with its mannequin head. The little black dress still lumping in the chair, watching as Cherry came out wearing a grayish blue cotton skirt and white buttoned up blouse. Her black hair pulled up into a bun, and baby blue eyes still hidden, but only behind red framed glasses. On her perfectly made bed, sat a bag and a paper brown lunch with Elisa Krown etched with a pencil on the front. She grabbed the dress and threw it in the hamper without a moment's hesitation and gathered her belongings into her arms. Heading for the door, Elisa set out to meet her second grade class.