There was something about the way she would close her eyes when listening to a song she liked. It was as if she was creating a world behind her eyelids, moving along with the lilting lullabies she enjoyed so much. When her eyes would eventually flutter open, she would try to hide it, but I would see a flash of sadness. I was lost in her ethereal nature. Her fingers that danced through blades of grass that only she could see. Weaving her way through shadowy trees planted in wide reaching glades. Splashing through puddles like they were oceans and she, the storm, stirring tempests within them. A queen, was she, crowned with clouds dictating orders to imaginary soldiers, to save the inhabitants of the land. Though her eyes were always seeing beautiful things, mine were only graced with her, and that was more than enough.