Baby Stared With the Bluest Eyes
Baby sat in her chair staring with the bluest eyes.
Her eyes were cerulean blue, the bluest. She stared with those cerulean eyes. She stared with the bluest eyes. They stood out against her delicate sculptured face which was an envious rose hue. Her lips were perfect, a flawless symmetrical red rosebud of a near smile. Her nose was delicate, ideally balanced, shaped and formed. Such a nose on an adult would have been the envy of many a female. Around her perfectly formed features was a halo of delicate blonde curls, always styled flawlessly. There was never a single strand of hair out of place. Her ears too, were small and delicate, like pure buds on a plant. Mother viewed her as a paragon of pure perfection.
Mother entered the room, a bustle and rustle of antique lace, culture and gentility. Her long elegant train glided over the carpet with a refined whisper.
Naturally, her mother fussed over her in a fastidious way, “My darling baby, how are you today? Neither too hot nor too cold, I hope. There’s a subtle freshness in the air, you must have another blanket.” Going to the linen closet, the mother took out the softest loveliest pinkest blanket- one of many. She delicately and lovingly wrapped it around Baby. “Darling, how the pink brings out the subtleties of your blue eyes. Surf blue.”
Baby stared with the bluest eyes.
The Mother left the room, quietly blowing a loving kiss to Baby. She closed the door with absolute care and precision. Not a sound was heard. The Mother could not abide noise of any description. The maids regarded her as a tyrant with her demands for silence and that certain parts of the house were most definitely off limits to them.
Mother entered the room. Mother left the room. No one else entered.
Mother smiled, “Baby you are so lovely!”
Baby stared with the bluest eyes. She stared with glass eyes in a porcelain face on a porcelain body.