Parents, ghosts in her eyes, breathe sobriety into white knight dreams. This girl knows what dry up means. Warm flannel sheets soak up empty tears. There is a journal bound in red leather, that knows everything. Orange cat with only two lives left.
Sunglasses are a shield, no one can see behind.
Window shopping, day dreaming. She feeds another dollar into the lottery machine. Bathes herself in steaming raspberry scented bubbles. The cat curls up on the freshly laundered blue towel. Remembers everything, Jerked into wake, out of breath, takes a moment, to realize where she is.