• She had on her favorite dress, the white one with the indigo roses. The soft, flowing fabric brushed against her smooth, sensitive skin as she twirled around in the moon-lit garden. The dress only came up to her knees now, whereas it used to flow down to her ankles. It was also slightly restraining at the armpits, but she didn't care. It was her favorite. On her feet were her sky blue Mary-Jane shoes,the shoes that everyone had complimented on, she also wore sheer pink stockings that were completed with bows at the top. Her hair fell neatly to her shoulders, the light curls bouncing playfully as she spun around. In one hand she held a doll, it was a flawless little rag doll, with the same bouncing blond hair, and piercing green eyes as its owner. In the other hand, she held a cigarette loosely, close to her full pink lips, it seemed impossible that she would ever smoke, but she took a long drag, and closed her eyes, she lay down on the grass as she exhaled the smoke...