She sits in the car, slightly bent towards the window, in a chilling seat belt-less position. The seat belt is broken, she can't help the lack of safety and restraint. She only prays everytime she steps into the car that there is no collision today, for if ever there were, Something Bad is sure to happen to her for the absence of her safety harness.
But despite the ever whelming reflex to buckle in her seat belt, she is used to this position of teasing death and it isn't even on her mind as her sparkling eyes stare out the window.
But on closer inspection, one might notice that her eyes do not even see what is going on before them. She cannot seem to tell which cars are rushing by and which buildings are being passed. The sun could black out and the trees burst into flame and she would never bat an eyelash.
Then what is it she is smiling about? The curve of those shimmering lips murmur hints of delicious forbidden secrets. What do her eyes see? The bright blue eyes focused somewhere deep within, glimmering with a subtle, private happiness. Even the flutter of her hand marked in ink with a tiny purple heart bespeaks of a luscious secret. With a gentle wave it butterflies to her smiling lips to dissemble an adorably clandestine giggle.
Why is she seemingly so happy? Or is she pleased? Has something marvelous captured her chiefly unsatiable fancy? Is she pleased with a flirtaciously clever trick she has donned upon an unsuspecting victim?
There is such a world of possibilites which can make an innocent girl-child so mysteriously lighthearted. Will we ever know her secret? When she kisses joy will she tell?