Her

It shone brightly. Everything around it seemed to disappear. Her focus was on one thing only. She couldn't remember the last time she had forgotten about everything else.

Normally thoughts shot through her mind; racing, buzzing from the moment she opened her eyes to the seconds before she drifted off each night. Her eyes stayed fixed to the spot.

She thought of the saying 'find a penny, pick it up' changing the ending as she realised that the coin was slightly damp from the impromptu shower earlier that morning. But it still sparkled in the sunlight.

She reached into her overflowing pocket and fished out a neatly folded white tissue. It didn't take long to see the queen's head smiling back at her; at least she hoped she was smiling but it was difficult to tell so early in the morning.

She wasn't really a morning person. She never had been. It was a struggle to jolt herself out of bed every day.

The bed seemed so warm, the light so dim blocked out by the thick black-out curtains she had bought to prolong the feeling of dark and calm in the room for as long as possible. She found it difficult to turn-off.

She often wished for the ability to lie down and forget about everything; it didn't happen. The worries continued to whirl around and around until her body declared itself too tired to continue until the morning.

She carried on walking quickly to the train station, side-stepping around a man in his forties, wearing a dark grey suit, holding what looked like a steaming hot paper cup of coffee.

He had stopped right in the middle of the pavement seeming to have no regard for anyone else. She tutted as she edged around him whilst trying not to get in anyone else's way herself.

She cared very much about what other people thought of her, even if they didn't know her. She had an obsession with being accepted and given approval for the things she did - that's why she worked so hard, to gain the satisfaction she thought she needed every day.

She hated public transport. If it wasn't filled with people who seemed to neglect their personal hygiene, it was littered with people who carried a musty smell of smoke, coffee breath or those with extremely bad taste in the cheapest and most potent perfume.

Although, she thought to herself, that at least some of those people had thought about trying to smell nice for the day ahead, unlike many of the others. She, on the other hand, liked to keep herself in the best condition.

Not a hair out of place, clean, smooth skin and perfectly applied make-up. It didn't take her long to achieve this look each day in a short time, as it was a habit which had formed over the last five years.

The creaking and shuffling, breathing and crunching of the train as it flew past the next station without stopping filled her ears. She preferred the direct service but sometimes had reached the barriers a minute too late and had to endure the service which stopped at every single station. She was pleased that today, that was not the case.

Her mind danced from the meetings she had in the morning to the deadlines she had to meet that afternoon. She pictured herself presenting her own ideas to the company director, as he smiled and nodded at her every suggestion.

Her eyes shone wildly, her heart skipped every second beat but she felt fulfilled. She was living her dream! Finally her ideas would drive the business even further forward, rather than the contribution she made daily to the business now. She knew that she was a small cog in a big machine but she wanted more.

She drifted off into another thought directly after the first. She was standing in front of a big audience surrounded by an appreciative and deafening applause.

She tried to look humbled by the situation and stood very still in one spot wearing a toned-down smile and linking her fingers together in front of her.

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