“I wonder what it would be like.” Willow sat up in bed and pulled the sheets to her chest. She sat there in silence for a moment before she began again.

“I wonder what it would be like to be something other than what I am. Does that make sense? To completely understand what it’s like to be alive.” Willow paused and starred off into the darkness of her room. “You know, I think my name is deceiving. It doesn’t tell you who or what I really am.” Willow laid back down pulling the blankets tighter around her shivering body. “I wish that it did.” She said quietly, adding that last part. Willow became quiet again and turned over. She watched intently the floating dust illuminated by the moonlight spilling into her room. “I wish to be like that. Free, truly free. Floating in space and time, lazy and always happy. Do you suppose dust is happy?” Willow reached up to catch the dust in her hand, but it swirled out of the way, just out of reach. “Look at that…they are synchronized. Like dancers. I bet they’re happy.” Willow whispered. She drew in a deep breath noticing the density in the air. She liked that. It was good to do magic in. Willow fingered the hem on the blanket pulled closely to her body. She thought carefully before she spoke. “Memories are all that we have. They shape us, determine whether or not we get to be happy. Because without even thinking, memories that we’ve buried deep, come spilling out, coiling into your hand and waiting. They wait for our reaction to them. And that determines our state.” Willow sighed again. “You know, when I think about him, I become light headed and…fuzzy. His hair was like silk, you would have never felt anything so wonderful in your life.” Willow turned over again; she reached for the water on the bedside table. Taking the cup to her lips she swallowed the cold liquid and felt it go down her throat pooling in her stomach. “His kisses were like water, so refreshing and always a little wet.” Willow watched the light from the window reflect and refract off the water in the cup. “I wish he was still here.” She whispered and set the glass of water down. “I wish I was still here.” She finished.