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Sparkles, on the waters of the brook, call her into their captivating grip. She thinks on the years she's spent alone in her world and wonders what his world was like. "Cheep!" � She looks up. The little bird curiouses his head side to side. She picks up a red berry and holds it out for him to eat from her fingertips. His tiny beak, pecks the japanese meat from the raspberry, careful not to nip her hand. Her eyes, heavy and dry, unconsciously drift towards the man in the bed . "It's habit," she guesses,� but it could be something more. � She returns to the chair by his bedside, and finishes her snack and tea and, with sated stomach and a sigh of relief, she arches her back and stretches, drifting off and away into dreams of her own. Visions fill her head, of flesh and light. She grinds in the chair, teased by the scents of their bodies as they intermingle and swirl all around her. 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