The sound of heels echoed through the huge room; each click grew louder as if I were being swallowed by an imminent sense of invisible death. The rusty sound of clothes rack wheels blended with the haunting rhythm of the heels, creating an eerie symphony that sent shivers down my spine as people walked back and forth in my back.
Brushes stroked everywhere, the particles of the makeup swirled in the air, and mirrors reflected distorted images. The atmosphere was suffocating, and I was dying in my seat for sitting too long, staring at myself in the mirror and a couple of people doing things in my face.
The overpowering scent of chemicals and perfumes mixed together made it difficult to breathe. I could feel my head spinning and my vision blurring as the room seemed to close in on me. Desperately, I longed for a moment of escape, yearning for fresh air and a reprieve from the claustrophobic chaos surrounding me.
