Under the cover of night. She crawls into sight. Her skin is cold china white. She's a dark angel wearing dark glasses. Dark shadows under long false lashes.
Is anybody out there?. There's no knock on my door. No one comes anymore. To this island. Trapped on memory lane. Caught in yesturdays rain. In the silence.
An urgent call in the dead of night. A voice that whispers "Now". A voice that trembles like a winter leaf. Before it hits the ground. She leaves a crack in the bedroom door.