the ghost awoke at dawn and made her way out the front door. she walked down the street toward the rising sun and contemplated the state of her (after)life. the sky slowly evolved from a cloudy gray into a swirling sprawl of pastel violet and orange sorbet. the air was perfumed with jasmine and gardenia. for that very moment in the still air, all was well in the (under)world.

she wrapped those few precious minutes in a satin ribbon and placed them safe inside the locket she wore on a necklace around her neck. within that heart shaped keepsake lived the vibrations of bliss.

coveted and protected, she hid the tiny home that housed her happiness and was always careful to keep it safe, quiet and hidden. like a bird with the nature to fly, she clipped it's wings and kept it caged.

left with no hope of an escape.