The blank, white mannequin faced her, still and unmoving. It's head projected from the top of it like a pale balloon. On this face there held nothing that resembled a human save for the two slight dips into it that were empty and held no eyes. In a darkened room one could imagine that it was an unemotional, floating entity. Perhaps you would swear it would shift in the corner of your vision, only to spin on a dime and rationalize that it had just been your imagination. It made its home in the living room, just to the side of the television and at the moment to Nicole it held not one bit of fear, but instead posed a challenge. 

The blonde shifted her hips as she stood for what had seemed like a very long time, facing this foe of sorts, but Nicki just couldn't decide... She held in each french manicured hand a different piece of cloth. In her left she held a houndstooth in a spicy ginger shade and in the other she gripped a sophisticated merigold with a flamestitch pattern. The woman's eyeliner painted lids lowered to make her eyes into a little more than slits and she delicately bit her glossed lips. This position was held for a long time as she shifted one cloth against the mannequin, to the next, in an attempt to gleam some enlightenment. The tension held like the most serious of staring contests, until... she yielded. With a groan Nicki's body slumped and she let out an almost feral, high pitched growl before exclaiming, "What the fuck?! Why can't I just decide already!" She didn't even think about the ramification this might have in waking anyone up. "I just--" The flaring woman began and tore her fingers into her scalp. "UUGGGH!" And with this she forced herself down into a couch seat, which she nearly missed. It was as if the thing had moved, but it was surely the fact that she had been too angry to coordinate herself. Even still, she was firmly seated, and was thus left to fume.

Nicole clicked her black heels against the ground as she continued to glare at the two fabrics that were causing her so much undying torture. Some would say that they looked almost exactly the same, but that was the furthest from the truth. They were different in every way, or at least that's what she told herself, and that was the very thing that made the decision very hard. They were both very inspiring colors and patterns, but she couldn't make a choice. It was like deciding between two of your children or choosing between whether to buy a new Coach bag or a new pair of Louis Vuitton shoes. This was a dire conundrum that could very well change her entire life, and she did not know what to do.