By day L hibernates within her cocoon, escaping in adventures betwixt dusty smelling pages.
Kitten paws and wings scramble over her and nest in knee nooks.
In dark she sews by candlelight - chiffon and tule and silk fall around her.
Midnight she walks, bare foot in the balmy summer air, stealing exotic plants.
Returning by moonlight, only to garden in more chiffon.
Dirt, smeared, kneaded into her petticoats, she sits in puddles.
The heat is oppressive.