Hollywood Bedhead

Rolling over in bed, Simmy groaned as arthritis burned pressure points into her psyche.
"Meow!"
"Shut up!"
 The cat was focused on getting outside. "Meow!"
"Go away!" He wandered off and came back 15 minutes later and repeated this exercise.
Simmy ignored him but when the doorbell rang... she sat bolt upright in bed, all thoughts of aching joints inconsequential.
'Who could that be?' She pulled on a sweater and went to the living room window to see if she could see who was at the door... 'No, dash it!' She would have to peek through the small window in the door and she might get caught...
"Deborah!" Simmy opened the door, sleepy-eyed, threadbare nightgown and 'Hollywood bedhead' as she liked to call her wild morning hair.
"Will you be my Valentine?" Deborah handed her a most- extremely- decorated- pleated- embellished- used- more- yards- of- ribbon- than- you- can- imagine heart- shaped box.
Simmy giggled and invited her in.
She seemed hesitant.
'Maybe that 'Hollywood bedhead' isn't as beauteous as I think it is,' Simmy thought.

Just as quickly she dismissed the thought, 'Nah, it's adorable!'
"Happy Valentine's Day!"