Her Words

 Her Words It was morning and she was happy, it was another day to be beautiful, she turned around and gently looked through the unorganized room she woke up in; I really need to start putting back things where I take them from and suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, Oh God please, not today she begged.  She bent to check her lingerie and hissed with regret as yet another RED VISITOR was here again. She hated it, the discomfort it brings ,mood swings and all the cravings for chocolates and sweets , the cravings for the things she coudn't have, the raging hormones... In her words "Her period" was the saddest days in her life, the days she prayed silently not to mess up the dress she wore , the days she stylishly drags herself on the seat before standing up to clean up any stain she must have had, the days she fears to sneez as she fears she would instantly gush out a river if she so dares...