Upon the mattress she
    lies, with her head moving back and forth
slightly, and dreams progress, as eyes will show,
       fluttering, hauntingly.

       The gold folds spill on top
   of pillows smashed and creased from use,
and her feet are exposed at the beds end
       leads to smooth skin shown

       Only glimpses of
   freckles, that scatter on bare legs.
The blanket drapes her middle. Blue
       linen surrounds pale body,

       Which has become part of
   the atmosphere in this room. Her
presence known, only, through memory and slight,
       quiet breathing near window light.