Linda Ezra 's Face : The Dark Circles Under Her Eyes And The Birds Nest

. “Yes! I thought it was you but you were sleeping,” I tell her quietly.

Her enthusiasm lasted till lunchtime, fading only when no one came forward to talk to her, to tell her how beautiful she looked that day, to apologize, perhaps, for the late-night phone call. She is so desperate to know who it was. For her this is one in a billion of amazing things that happen to her. Today would be no different at all, she realized. It was just as if nothing had ever happened. What if it never happens again? Thinking to herself she thought that maybe she was sick and this was all just a dream. No one could ever like someone like her, I mean she wasn’t the prettiest and she didn’t have the “perfect

“Okay. Okay. Tell them I’ll be right there… No, no I was, um, I was just sleeping.”

Louise learns in a brief hour what it is like to be her own person, to live for herself without the

Her expression softened. “Look, I have no idea what’s going on between the two of you, but I’m sure it can be worked out. honestly, I bet he just needed some extra rest because he was up all night playing with himself.”

Everyday I watched her parade into my classroom with her trail of friends behind her, but my eyes were drawn to her and only her. I watched her lovely blue eyes scan from left to right as she read her novel. As she read she would twirl her luscious hair with her always manicured fingers. Little did she know that I saw her green eyes and long hair everyday in my apartment when I returned home from work. My apartment was plastered from floor to ceiling with photos of sweet Jane going about her flawless life. I was proud of my work so far. Jane had not the smallest idea that I had been following her since sophomore year; capturing pictures of her in every moment.

“Sorry,” I quickly say, inhaling deeply. “I haven’t slept in a while. It doesn’t help, I’m getting the same feeling I had before

“ Well, there’s nothing else on. I’m gonna take a nap, you can watch TV.”

Amanda Wakes up and heads straight to the mirror. She looks at herself to see if she can feel better, but there isn't a day she feels like she's not pretty enough. Amanda thinks about the day before, when her mother told her to go out more, to go on a walk or a run, but she ignores, she ignores her mother's comment. Amanda gets ready and goes off to

I opened the big, heavy doors of the town library and walked in, careful to not let the door screech behind me. Surprisingly, it was not busy today. There are usually a lot of people at the library on Thursdays, studying last minute for mathematics, english and whatever else they need help on. It was almost as quiet as every other day except one of the Beatles’ songs was playing in the background. I see Sherri at our regular table and walk over to her. She was wearing her beautiful, bright green dress with white cuffs and a collar. Oh, how I wish I could be as beautiful as Sherri. Her eyes matched the color of her dress, and her brown hair was poofed up just right. On the other hand, I was wearing one of Stephanie's old, button

“Yes I'm sure I was just sleeping that night. I didn't go anywhere because I was too tired to do anything”.

“What I was trying to pull?” he yawned, probably sleepy from snickering all night about the prank he’s playing on me. “What are you talking about? And can we make it quick; I have important business to take care of.”

"Look, I know you sleep like a black bear in the middle of winter, but can we talk about this at home? I have places to go and people to see."

The reader is following Melissa for one day. One day where the focus lies on Melissa’s thoughts and confusions, primarily when she is headed to work and home again. Her workday is almost completely skipped, except for how she sees herself in the bathroom mirror at

Maybe to some her days seemed perfect, but to her it was never enough. She wanted to escape the prison that was her life, and for once she felt ready to take a small step out into the world. She was ready to walk into the bright LA sun. She hoped for a time when she could finally escape the fear and the shining lights of fame to a normal life, a life she had been waiting for all these years. Many young doctors were willing to take her position in an instant and take over the long conference calls, and the experimentation that went on behind the heavy metal doors. The fear was no longer a heavy weight on her shoulders, only a moment in the grand scheme of her life. It was evident now, she knew what she was meant to do. Falling in an out of waves of thought she dreamed of a life she could soon live, with nothing but her own will holding her back.