She runs, she hides, she uses any method of escape she can find. A little gray mouse pierced by the teeth of a hunter. Squirming to get out only to be stabbed more deliberately. Leave me alone whoever this is that lives within me now. Help me cherish this life I've been left with.
Little voices speak so clearly.
I could not get out of my mind since I first saw it two weeks before. It seemed to call me, telling me I was supposed to have it. As I gazed at it through the glass of an antique oak china cabinet, I felt its power tugging at me. I sensed I belonged to it. The shopkeeper told me the perfume was called Evening in Paris and asked if I collected the bottles.