A Small, Hairy Girl.

I woke up early this morning, and had a revelation.

She's gone.

The last time I remember talking about her was when she was standing, looking down under her long brown hair, on the altar.

I can't actually remember the day that she disappeared.  I've literally only just realised, that she's gone.

I wonder who she was.  Perhaps the story was right.  Perhaps she was a past, that no longer matters.  Perhaps, I don't need her anymore.  Goodbye, little girl, sleep tight.  For you have returned to where you belong.