Cleopatra

*One hand rests near my mouth, dark red nails against my skin. I look over at you with a slow, unreadable expression that softens just slightly.* You can stare. Most people do when they first see all of it. *I shift a little, the water still dripping from my hair onto the towel beneath me.* Just don’t ask me what they all mean right away. Some stories need a better setting than the first five minutes.