curtains ruffle over the window,
slightly translucent, light filters through.
A jasmine scented breeze flocks in the opening,
the brightness darkens patiently, then FLASH!
the curtains woosh to the side
and unhappily shimmer into their new position.
A floating feather,
she tiptoes o’er the ‘sill,
waltzes with the sunbeams,
but crumbles into the bed:
left slightly frumpy and exhausted.
She Enters
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