Lilac-scented winds furtively creep through the window, rhythmically stroking the lily-white hair that rests upon her hunched shoulders.
Thin levees barricade the emerging seas of salt as the stationary clouds dissipate from the sapphire ice crystals that encircle her inky pupils.
Beneath her round, brittle cheekbones ancient ravines wind downwards toward her steep, narrow chin, pointing at a skeletal frame blanketed in an off-white, floral gown.
Blotchy, autumn, amber hands cradle the pudgy infant’s limp body. She smiles as she presses her chapped lips on the baby’s smooth, plastic head.
She leans back in her chair of solace, rocking back-and-forth to the pulsating tempo of her heartbeat. Her world is in perfect harmony.