He left her with protean desires twirling around in her mind, she leaps and jumps to catch them all like little soap bubbles and stumbles on her knees. She giggles when her knees are bruised and eyes are wet and her nose is running. She’s up again and catching ’em elusive soap bubbles all the time. She jumps again and catches another bubble in her hand, very carefully and clasps it very tightly. With a grin of utmost triumph, she slowly peeks into her clenched fist and finds nothing but just her soapy palms. She giggles again in awe of herself now for making the bubble in her hand disappear. Many suns rose and many suns set, her hands grew soapier, her heart bled harder and her giggle grew softer.