One morning she wakes up.
Hardly feeling a hangover.
She feels as if someone is watching her every move.
Heading out, she tries to hide in plain sight.
The dread of being followed hits her.
She lights a cigarette, listening to slow jazz that’s playing inside the cafe
That same evening she picked up her courage.
She summoned them in a empty dance hall
She now has them wrapped around her finger
Only to realize it was all a dream.