“Click”, she didn’t notice the loud sound as it shattered the awkward silence between speeches and so the sudden flood of music shook her back to the room where she stood. Loud piecing sounds came from the darkness as the shadow rushed over and resumed a seated position. She once again contracted her face forcing a smile; she imagined she was smiling to a friend not the stranger whose eyes she could feel on her. She begun to spread her hands outwards, reaching the imaginary rope that would take her to somewhere better, as she swayed her hips backwards, dropping her hands down in a graceful manner as she spread her arms out imitating a bird about to take into flight. She had always imagined what life would be like as a bird, thinking she could just fly away from her problems. The thought of being free filled her with the life she had been lacking only moments ago, her body felt weightless as she began to spin around, leaping up as high as her legs would outstretch.

In her mind she flown to where the cherry blossoms bloom all year, the ground was covered in snow and fallen pedals as she skipped across the white and pink scenery. The wind pulled at her cloak draped around her bare body, pulling along it heat from her making her nipples fully erected. She stopped between two cherry blossoms and stared in awe at what seemed to be a single black rose pushing its way through the snow until fully protruding, the colours contrasted with the white snow made the rose seem supernatural. She slowly approached the rose and stood onto the balls of her feet and gave the rose a gracious bow dipping her head well below the rose. As she pulled her head back up the sweetest smile appeared onto her face as she pulled her hand from under the robe and reached for the rose, quickly and swiftly she plucked the rose from its roots and embraced it between her soft tender breasts as though trying to heat the rose up with her own body. Finally she whispered to the rose in the softest voice “liberté” and with that the rose had become nothing more than char in her hands. She dropped her heels back into the ground and once again broken into a skip; the wind was harder now, tugging at her cloak like a persistent lover. Before long the cloak also found freedom leaving her bare bodied and revelled flawless curves around her hips and bottom.

She started to feel the chill as the clouds began to converge together covering the crisp blue sky with angry looking storm clouds. She could hear the music nearing its end, sense the feeling returning to her body – and so she held her breath bracing for what was coming next. She never did let go of it – her breath.