They way I see it, #1

I think that it is the utmost pinnacle of beauty to have the skin of a dark leopard, yet It seems like no matter how often it is that I go tanning I can’t quite ever achieve that deep dark tone I desire. I much prefer that it be a brown, similar to that of dirt, and once I do achieve such a feat I will lie upon the dusty brown earth and be invisible. Such a thing as I did today. You see I daily compare my skin to objects of the shade I desire, which requires I lie upon the floor and gage my color based on the reactions of others, as that it is most uncommon for a woman of my stature and social level to lay upon a bare floor, mostly one would use a mat of sorts. Even still I often lie atop an occasional pile of mud, whence I come upon them, and if I receive a bizarre glance I know that I have not yet become dark enough.

Today, however, as I began to lie down it took very long before I was noticed. As if I had become nothing more than the floor which I lied upon. Only when a young boy tripped across my forehead did anyone notice me and then it was not quite myself which they were caring after (for it did hurt reasonably so). No they were tending to the child, whom had injured his knee. Though I know that he will be OK, after all it isn't very often you hear of one suffering a stroke from a scraped knee. Yet; despite my distaste for the major lack of concern for my condition, I was pleased to see that finally I am the color I so desire, and deep dark dirt brown skin tone. Beautiful. Seeing this I popped up off the floor and walked away never to return to the spot (since I had no use of it any longer).