She gazes into her cup of coffee, staring past the reflection looking for something deeper.
She longs to escape from the city more often, to a place of reflection and relaxation…
…a place to prepare herself each day to face the world.
My character delicately traverses platforms constructed in her coffee cup, moving from a room of rest, to a dressing room, to a room of reflection in the pond below. She never finds a perfect reflection in the skewed mirror or the rippling pond in the constant search for herself.