Natasha clenched the slender pole with her left hand and dipped her right palm into the water. She was clothed in blue overall pyjamas. She sat on the pool stairs. Her legs were in the water. She strode them back and forth. It was barely 7 am.
She flipped her right palm continuously and was soon splashing water all over her body. She gasped and cleaned her moist face with the edge of her palm. She stared into the water and sighed at the reflection she was beholding. Her eyes had lumps underneath, her lips were dried like a region dealing with drought. Her cheeks had all sunk in and her hair was a mess. She didn't only look sore but felt sore too.
Natasha was flabbergasted by the sudden metamorphosis she was watching in the pool. How quickly does one transform? she wondered and wiped the
