she sat cross-legged on the floor
in shorts and a shirt that was too big for her
with her unbrushed hair
that smelled like strawberry and peaches

the rain tapped against the window
a cold breeze flowing through the room
and the lights that were hung against the wall
glowed brightly

she lied down
on her side
not giving the universe much thought

happy enough
with the breeze
and the rain
and the lights
and the unbrushed hair