ophelia cont.

the celebration was nearly over now.  the twinkle lights were burning out, and the petals were beginning to wilt.  Ophelia inhaled -- and then exhaled -- cigarette smoke.  it twisted and curled into knots, like the ones starting to burrow in her loose waves.  there were a few left lingering, dancing slowly to summertime melodies.  Ophelia knew it was time to head home to her tiny house under the stars.  she wore ivory, like always.  she was the color of the moon.  her dress hugged her curves, and then, like the lover she'd left blowing in the wind, it floated away from her.  her hair was the colour of oatmeal.  sunbeams shimmered on her highlights of gold and white.  Ophelia's movements were melodies, and her entire being was nothing less than stunning.