Girl, with tousled hair, sleeps but swiftly turns the stair of her dreams; Returns to reality.
Girl, with tangled thoughts, lets the room spin until she can piece it together like a puzzle- She drinks ***** like a butterfly would nectar- Starts with the corners, takes her time.
Girl, with tepid headache, sits up and observes a washed-out lunar denim blue clean her baby pink wall; Snow fall.
Experimenting with my style a bit (only because I was drunk when I wrote this)