Her mind was pure, her face was mousy. An ultra mouse, delicate round pale blue eyes, stunned when spoken to and lips parted like quiet. Little representations of different animals. A little of a mouse, and when evening set in and the light faded away into the floor as the darkness stormed down from above, really heavy it seems, when you look at nature from inside a room, in that itchy, pressurising electrical light. She looked like a cat. Well, when she wanted to kiss, she looked like a cat, her eyes closed up and turned black. Her lips said, you are not clever, and when they were trying to tell me that, she waited, her eyes waited for some kind of, rightness, which you would always fail to give, so they got black, smaller and ready to go to sleep. Because; nothing, you said.