SCENE SIX: TEA AND COOKIES
She dreamed she was a young, golden-haired child again, sitting on a tiny, red velvet chair, sipping tepid linden-flower tea, her pinkie arched delicately in the air, and nibbling on sparkling sugar cookies shaped like crescent moons, arranged on a translucent, pearl-white plate, hand-painted with spring violets and grass-green leaves. The sound of windchimes and doorbells joined in her mind, as she hummed a little tune to herself. Jarvis, the butler, approached her and bowed, respectfullly.
"Excuse me, Miss, but there's a visitor for you."
--E.E., Boulder, Colorado
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