She was as gold as the sunrise, the way her confidence carried her across the office from east to west. Her laughter was warm and rich, like aubergine—no doubt why everyone flocked to her the way they did. She was magnificent, and gave off a marigold glow. She had us all fooled, but I could see past that, I could feel her pain. The sadness she kept hidden was as blue as the bruises she kept covered at all costs. I had to admire her strength though, it radiated throughout her like a coloured pebble beach, each pebble a piece of who she was—a path behind her of all the pain that had brought her here. To this mundane office Monday, and still, she sparkles an optimistic pearlescent white, knowing she still has her future ahead.