awake in a daydream
the mannequin holds perfect poise and grace restless..confined, androgenous in form.. eternal watcher of the world revolving slowly from the sun's first light over a wasting earth to the glimmer of city lights over murky mirrored waters.. the nights hold the shadows of those who have travelled during the day as the mannequin slowly comes to life to stretch its stiffend limbs and wander blankly through the emptying streets.. in reddened rooms where life flows from windows as conversation carries carelessly through the windows and spills on onto the streets the mannequin will take no part.. with no words yet a thousand racing thoughts she lays to rest once again to observe those who will gaze upon her faceless form and marvel at the costume she will wear for the day until she can wander in her nakedness through the night again..