Her eyelids fluttered much like the wings of a monarch butterfly landing silently atop a blooming tulip. And when she spoke, her voice lingered in front of me like the smoke of a cigarette during a still, windless summer night. But the soft ribbons of milky vapor her voice created did not asphyxiate my lungs with intoxicating fumes, instead it was a sweet scent; one that infatuated the mind and drowned out any superfluos distractions. All I could do was listen to her as she haunted me with her every word. Her voice was reminiscent to the melodic notes played on a violin during a movement’s quietest sections, enticing the audience to become silent in order to listen even more carefully to the violin’s changing notes.

And I extended my hand in order to touch her but she became one with t eh pillows of smoke her voice had created. My sudden movement dispersed her almost immediately, I caught a fleeting glimpse of her as she smiled a final time before disappearing completely within the still air between us. I wondered whether my head felt light because of her words and her presence or because she had disappeared so suddenly. I breathed in.