Wriggling her small delicate toes in such a childish playful manner, Emily constantly giggles, shaking her whole body with laughter.
Admiring her short chubby hands, bright red stubby nails glistening from the beaming and reflective sunlit bedroom window, she holds it flat against her cloud covered wall; step by step, palms on walls, fingers -clutching- spreading wide and far to the very next cloud.
Reaching the top of her attic bedroom beam, hands held high, she smiles widely as tears flows down her cheeks like her little silent sister.
By Zona Heera. 22nd August 2010
The Cavern Of The Bloody Writer 