Loretta sat on the front terrace of her home with a cup of strong black coffee. She had a splitting headache from last night's drinking, wine, and thoughts where are only companions now, her reality looked bleak, boring, and miserable.
Her hair was in disarray all over her head, some falling on her face and shoulders, she had bags under her eyes from lack of sleep.
Loretta had not looked at herself in the mirror for a very long time for fear of what she would see, She knew she looked terrible and didn't need a reminder.
After all, who was she trying to look pretty for? The only person that mattered to her had left her even though she prided her beauty and head turned wherever she went. She simply didn't care anymore all was vain to her now.
She smacked her lips after sipping her coffe
