Brush my teeth as water warms.
A towel and a cloth.
My body ready
for its crystalline energy.
Shampoo, then condition.
A foaming gel of roses
meets my skin,
washing every inch in luxury.
Towel off, then moisturize
the face, the arms, the legs
the feet, especially.
Feet so ignored in the past.
Brush in the mousse
with hair still wet,
and wash my hands
of its stickiness.
Conceal the dark
around my eyes.
Chanel, my preferred
five minutes of cosmetics.
Then brush and blow
my hair just so.
Get dressed!
I’m ready to go.
Nice description of your ritual. I like that it’s humble too!