Fresh from her bath, the scents of black currant and vanilla clinging to her moist skin like a luscious wrap, she sat on the edge of her bed. Sighing, she reached up to the rollers that held her hair captive and began sliding the clips that held them fast out one by one, drawing the rollers from her hair. A smile curved her lips as the curls of hair pulled free from the implements and bounced, soft and fragrant, around her head and face. Lavender and peach caressed her cheeks, neck, and shoulders as she slid the rollers free, tossing them back into their bag, while the clips descended into their own.
When, at last, all the rollers were removed, she plunged her hands into her own hair joyfully, feeling the sumptuous tendrils gliding luxuriously through her fingers. This was her moment of beauty and bliss. This was where she was utterly free and powerful. Here alone, in this moment, she was perfect. Her body clean and soft, her skin warm, and her hair spilling delicious scents with each toss of her head. The sheets and covers felt softer against her than before, her senses heightened with pleasure in herself. She just laid there in the silken cloud of her hair, letting herself be a goddess.
Just five minutes more.