A moment of peace.
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.
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.
HOPPER - Automat - 1927
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.
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