A Brief Introduction:
Her miniature winged butterfly lashes flutter at the gentle touch of the first beams of light trickling into the open window, followed by the caress of the long, gauzy curtain brushing against her bare ivory leg.
She awakens, and reality presses down on her chest like stone, holding her captive, leaving her clutching for air, bringing the tears.
His touch is no longer there. Once, it was both familiar, and all she needed to know. Now, she panics as she fears forgetting every detail of how it felt.
The tile floor is cool under her bare feet, the coffee hot against her palms. She chooses a long, off the shoulder sundress with a big, floppy hat and Jackie O sunglasses before she ventures out into the anonymity of the Mexican street market.
Maybe if she bought this pretty dress to wear Maybe if she changed the color of her hair Maybe he'd turn around and see her standing there and Want her once again Rondstadt and Russell simultaneously on her mind Blue Bayou and Lady Blue on a constant rewind Hoping to summon thoughts of a different kind Soothe her hurting soul. It's another soft Sonoran sunrise illuminating the pain held deep within her eyes The surf helps drown the echoes of his lies in the soft Sonoran sunrise.