Image ..... just one dance

She was freshly out of shower, clad in a peach bath gown covering  up to her knees, her long wet hair was covering her from her shoulders down to her waist.

Clearing the steam of her bathroom's full wall mirror with her fingers, she was drawing irregular images on it
and then after a while when the haziness of the mirror evaporated gradually leaving a clear image of herself , she realized she had rarely given herself a diligent look.

"what kind of hair do you have Mawra? " just today her university fellow Saba asked her. As at campus she was always head covered , saba hadn't yet had a chance to see her hair.

And there in the mirror, watching her long dark straight wet hair, covering her back completely, made her wonder what kind of hair does he like for a woman?

She was tall, taller than an average woman around her. she was slim but not lean, her body had curves , many women would desire to have . She was fair, but not too white, and a skin that was blessed with a natural glow.

Her eyes were brown just like her dad. The kind of eyes which speak their own language.

And her feet were beautiful.

Undoubtedly she was blessed. With all the beauty that a woman can desire to have. Unfortunately till a few days ago she was unknown of this fact.

Until she met him.

Until the realization fall over her that she was falling in love.

Until it was too late.

And now as she was watching her long legs, creamy skin and rose complexion in her bathroom mirror, she wanted to see herself from her beloveds eyes.

And kept wondering, if he would like what he will see.