From Dramatic Tea Drinker to an Obsessive Odd Girl full of Odd Love (Oh indulge me, I've been ill for the past couple of days).
|Butterflies in Her Hair. More like nutterflies. She wakes up and first thing in the morning, she is bombarded by thoughts of you.|
|Bloodied and Hiding. In no place to make demands, she keeps very still.|
|Evil Drinker. She knows, she isn't pretty.|
|Dreamy Dead. Even zombies dream. Fresh zombies. Old dreams.|
|Waiting by the Window. She waits, wondering when he will start singing to her in the dead of night, dying for her love, as she has been dying to witness.|