One heartfelt gulp – incredibly energetic yet, nonetheless, seemingly willing to interrupt her momentary everything if she so much as lets it
Pretty green eyes which will cry if they become all too suddenly unaccustomed to resolute adulation, a silent sensation about to subtly, rather adoringly, caress the whole bespoke event perhaps – in fact, as it turns out to be precarious is quite nice
She needs to dream of her absolute swan-song, otherwise the life she has to force herself to return to shall remain frustratingly lacklustre – flabbergasted and all too agonisingly plastered by all of this utter normalcy
Swarm, goddamnit, swarm!!