In the dawn, I have visitors in my room. They sneak through the window. First, they lighten the place. Then, they run over my cheeks play with my eyelashes. I hear a sweet giggling. Oh my God, again they got stuck between my hairs. I send them free with my fingers. As a reward, they warm my tips. They go around my neck and guess why? To smell their favorite fragrance I have put the night before. They have a tour through each corner of my room. The sparkle of my pink lip gloss attracted them but unfortunately they can not try it out. They go through my golden jewelry to make them shine. Ops, they have stopped near the perfume bottle. What are