She’s a whispers voice away from real life. He hears her speak; it makes his mind laps ten times over. Like a child seeing his refection in the deep cold body of water. She goes onto tell him about the spree of her daily ways. He enjoys the blast psychedelic breeze that makes him rethink his senses with every sound of her tone. Now he is entranced, awaiting the next invoice into the flowing roaring rapid of rhapsody.