The price of happiness.

I shouldn't have,
I know,
But I'll look great.
Promise.
I'll throw a smile to the mirror,
As I reposition thick tufts, medium roast
And brush my teeth with travel-size toothpaste.
I'll whisper, "Go get 'em!"
Sauntering about a sheep in wolf's clothing
By the steps of the pool,
Eavesdropping
In style.
While sunscreened foreigners peek through their identical curtains
To admire my taste,
If nothing else.
The price tag is already forgotten.