Patricia woke up every morning and dressed for the day.
It was a solemn observance. With each layer she put away the loose fantasies of the night before and put a demure face on her feelings.
The tights went on. The radio turned on. The slip-on shoes secured. Nothing owed to no-one.
Once the concealer was applied she had a last look at her skin, had a wee and exited her flat. The library awaited her vocation.
She was now duty bound and ready for the day.