#094 Perfectly Blonde Hair...

There she is

sitting at the corner

of a sofa,

on the airport

with one leg on top

of the other,

goggles over her

perfectly blonde hair,

wearing those

no heel bellies,

a book in her hands

the companion she always

talks of highly,

that velvet dress

silver in colour,

simple and beautiful

of the world, unaware

a small bag and

a phone cover,

like one out of dreams

just how I imagined her..