Six Dimensions

She slept without fatigue in what seemed an arbitrary toss of the head once gilded to her pillow fluffed and gold white. 

She'd earned an enormous plash of pride from daylight as she had known its solitary fleck a tempo if a whole can be disambiguated from its pomp.

She willowed with the trees while moving her lips in harmony to the autumn willingness of the leaves to give themselves up to the chill.

She minced her echolalia thoughtfully scrambling letters of the contagious poise as a parcel of untended rapport.

She shucked her chaperone and globally positioned her way to another homeland where pranks of association might countermand parental pitchforks.

She looked at the field she decided was not clover at all, its hue notwithstanding, instead she deigned to nickname the new crop of dopamine inducing growth to whirl her across the palace dance floor.