I write this note awhile ago, but I do not remember what my inspiration was!
she held the pearls between her lips as she pulled up her hair into a neat bun. the pearls were smooth and round on her tongue, as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. The pearls were all she wore, and the way she looked she did not need much more. she was perfectly scented, perfectly moisturized, she looked perfect. for now. later there might be a mess of mascara, or drool from the corner of her mouth or other indicators of disarray. and the pearls would be around her neck.