Girl on a Stair.

In my mind's eye I see a beautiful young woman standing at the bottom of a staircase looking up.  Dressed in a luminescent, feather-light ball gown with satin slippers on her feet, she begins the climb upward.  The sun peeks a happy greeting through the window curtains at the top of the stair and, with every step, she is bathed in more light.  As her foot falls upon the top-most step the entire passageway is flooded with gorgeous warmth, and the girl turns nearly translucent in the brilliance.  She dances and twirls, delighted to hold the sun's attention, and falls giggling into a silky heap across the divan under the sill.  Then, quietly and with great concentration, she traces the sun's rays across the panes of glass in just the same way she might caress her lover's skin.  As her breathing slows and her eyelids grow heavy, she twines her hand through the curtain ties and swears she'll belong to the light forever.

~Jenn