She adjusted the light to stop its buzzing. Outside the wind blew and rattled the loose boards of the old deck. Christmas was past but reminders of it dotted the room: an unlit Christmas tree, plastic icicles, and hand blown glass snowmen. It was late and everyone else in the house was sleeping.
The woman- not young, not old- at at the kitchen table, white cleansing strips stuck across her nose and chin. She was freshly bathed and lotioned, her skin still dewey. Her soft hair was cool in spots where it was still damp. Her mind wandered as she looked through glassless eyes at a fuzzy room. Tapping the stiffening cleansing stip on her chin she thinks.