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Drifting
She lies on her back,
Her legs over the edge of the bed,
Blue light adorns her room,
Gentle winds play with her lace curtains,
The cool air chills her supple body,
Goosebumps ripple down her glistening arms,
She sits up and dives forward,
Never touching the ground,
Her body glides, dances in mid-air,
She turns and looks at me, watching in the doorway,
Her hurt eyes deep with pain,
But I feel neither sorrow nor sympathy for her,
Turning back, she glides around her room,
Above her bay window and over her dancing lace,
Eventually she returns to her bed and lays,
Her goose bumps now replaced with perspiration,
But the blue light and whispering lace remain,
And now, as the wind eases, she sleeps
