A Cloud in the Powder Room

I marched across the cool white bathroom counter, ready to conduct my evening wind-down routine before the grand mirror. Right beside the chrome faucet lay an enormous, fluffy white cotton ball, utterly blocking my promenade! 'Insolence! A rogue storm cloud dares obstruct royalty?' I huffed, giving the puffy dome an indignant shove with both hands. It yielded instantly, squishing under my palms like sweet marshmallow. My outrage melted on the spot. I rolled the plush puff into the dry porcelain curve of the sink rim, patting the center flat to fashion a cloud-soft royal chaise. Lounging back in absolute luxury, I blew a dazzling kiss to my reflection.