Behind the Jeans.

people always knew when she had an interesting night. her hair was bigger than usual and her reading glasses always fell to the very tip of her nose before she pushed the corner of them up with her middle finger. Usually she pushed them up when they got halfway. she sipped her coffee more frequently on days like today...almost gulping, as if it were a cantine of water in the sahara. If you listened closely you could hear the jingling sound of her silver rings making their way up and down her finger...guided gently by her thumb. Below her desk was a small pile of denim strings...everyone always wondered about those jeans of hers, seemed like every hole had an interesting story.