Beauty Knows No Age

I look in the mirror and see my beautiful long brown hair. Its thick bounciness cascading down my torso. My hazel eyes flutter with flecks of gold shining back at me. My slightly arched, full eyebrows lift as I apply my eyeshadow. My long, thick eyelashes jet out, in no need of mascara. My tight skin with a rosy undertone glows in the light. 

I sigh as I turn to my hairbrush filled with short gray hairs. I brush through my thin, short locks, letting them fall slowly to my shoulders. I reach for my facial cream and smooth it into my wrinkled eyes and cheeks. 

I hear a knock and the door opens. 

"Hello, beautiful," he says with the same soft voice. I smile as he brings me into a kiss.

"I love you," we say simultaneously and smile.