I watched her glide from the bed to the closet and back again, her gown rippling in the evening breeze.
“But where will you go?” I asked.
“There are plenty of places,” she moaned. “Even some openings on this block.”
She placed her luminous garments into her shimmering case, her movements both elegant and precise.
“What can I do to get you to stay?” I pleaded.
“It’s not you, it’s me…” she groaned before zipping the lid closed.
She then gave me a sad little smile as she ascended gracefully before vanishing through the roof.
I sighed. Another failed relationship.
