This Cindy wore no makeup, no heels, no designer anxiety. Her hair was loose and tangled with tiny white blossoms. Her feet were bare, her dress was simple linen the color of rain. She was laughing at something the wind had whispered.
Cindy lay down on her secondhand couch, still in her silk robe, and let the hum pull her under. She woke on a hillside. Modeldreamgirl Cindy Mdg Cd11 instant sueno green
The grass was impossibly soft, each blade a shade of green she had never seen—chlorophyll and jade and emerald and the green of a new dollar bill fresh from the mint. Above her, a sky of pale lavender held clouds that moved like slow thoughts. And there, standing in the middle of a wildflower meadow, was —but not the Cindy she knew. This Cindy wore no makeup, no heels, no designer anxiety