The vanity

The plush cushion seeped out around her thighs as she sank onto the stool. Leaning over the mahogany vanity, she surveyed her treasure. Tubes of lipstick stood next to a collection of perfume bottles. Round, square, tall, squat - the varying glass vials sparkled in the lamp light. She passed a small hand over the fragrances before picking a small cylindrical bottle with a fancy cap and puffer. She picked it up with two fingers and squeezed the round bulb, a sweet, thickness filling the air.
She reached for a tube of lipstick and pulled off the top, smoothing the tube across her thin mouth. She smacked her lips together, as she had seen so many woman do. The velvety red smear spread apart as she smiled at her reflection. The gap between her teeth stood out beneath her ruby lips.
On the other side of the vanity, sat a circular container. She lifted the lid and peeked inside. A white, velvet powder puff sat atop a thinning layer of blush. She picked up the puff and padded it on either side of her face. A flurry of fine pink dust floated into the air around her and sank onto the surface of the vanity, speckling the glazed, amber wood. The girl sneezed and blinked rapidly - trying to rid the powder from her eyes. She stared at her reflection through the pink haze, something was missing.
She pulled open the drawer to the vanity, directly above her thighs and picked up a long silver tube. Her chubby fingers unscrewed the top and tugged the brush, a thick black glob sticking to the end. With clumsy, unsteady swipes, she covered her upper lashes in a heavy coat - her eyelids strained under the makeup, pulling them down into a squint. She set down the tube and pushed the drawer back into place.
Pushing herself to the edge of the stool, her bare feet swung as she tried to touch her big toe to the floor. She slid off of the creamy, white seat and skipped out of the room, her pigtails bouncing behind her as she when to show her mother.