She needed to get cleaned up, and get rid of this headache. She started up the stairs before pausing, turning, and heading back down and heading down the hall past the kitchen.
She entered the little bedroom in the back, stripped down, and then hopped into the small shower. After she scrubbed herself clean, she tied her hair back and got dressed into a pair of aqua poplin pants and a matching tunic.
Sarah checked herself out in the mirror, and suddenly froze. Something felt very wrong. The shapeless nature of the clothes hid her figure, and her lack of makeup made her seem...plain. And she felt that was wrong for some reason.
The knawing feeling kept growing until she pulled herself away from the mirror and headed out of the tiny bedroom.
