Sips tepid coffee, grimaces, nukes it and returns. There. So, have I previously mentioned that I design and create jewelry for people that don't exist? Kinda, sorta.
I design jewelry, you get that part. I don't actually wear jewelry. Why? Well because, I'm kind of a Plain Jane or Unadorned Claire, as I would prefer. In order to create the pieces I sell, I first create the person to whom I'm selling, admittedly this is my favorite part. The piece above is titled, The Girl on the Third Floor. It was designed for the girl on...nevermind.
I don't know her name, I only see her in passing. Today she's in the lobby sifting through copious amounts of mail, pieces dropping from her slender fingers. Her stockings-yes, bright patterned ones, gather about her ankles and her feet are disproportionately large. My guess-she's in her 20's. She's rather tall, I bet she was- and likely still is, the tallest of her peers. She sports slumped shoulders: the number one occupational hazard of statuesque teens. I imagine, she's delightfully charming and funny-everything about her intrigues others.
She listens to Ben Folds, this song is her favorite. As she listens, she pauses from her book, places it face down in her lap-(What's she reading? Eh, an abridged classic on paperback, you pick.) to sing the chorus. She does so loudly, bobbing her head and engaging her shoulders and feet in a chair dance. The cats look on quizzically and she smiles at them. Yes, cats-she most certainly has cats, and doodles, lots of them on her right hand and forearm (she's left-handed)...oh, and she wears my jewelry designs, often. Winks.
Peace and imaginary friends