The girl smiled, and in her head she sang a song.

She leaned back; the sun was beating on her freckles all along.

She licked her lip while it was under her teeth.

Her shirt was painted like the Great Barrier Reef.

She turned around and adjusted her neck.

Everything was different; she didn't know what to expect.

The beach was gone, but she still thought the same.

All of her instincts were acquired while playing a game.

In this world, nobody read about her rise to fame.

She remembered never really rising up.  She always remaind lame.

Why was she always too busy to touch the snow or watch the rain?

But, all of this didn't affect her educated guess.

Maybe she was asleep, maybe this was her god-given quest.

Never ever did she think to believe
that she just saw what she was told to see

Never did she suspect that her reality was just perception;
something of that effect.
From the colors she saw to the chain on her **neck