Slowly she lie back on a pillow from the the summer house. Musty memories of rainy day play, filled her mind. She and Emily and the dollhouse now covered with rot and mold. Oh in the day, she and Emily played out their dreams of life. Dreams of love and full dancing cards. Emily was long gone now, as was her own youth.
She gazed up at the cloudy milky way in wonderment. The night sky did not disappoint as the milky way winked and dazzled her mind. Yes, this must be where Emily is. This first step in blowing the curve. The first step toward perfection.