Pure and perfect girl

"She smelled like soap and ice cream and girl: pure and perfect girl."

p. 37, Twisted by Laurie Halse Anderson

My own versions of "pure and perfect girl":

• She felt like strawberry daiquiri and procelain and lacy ruffles
• She dances like mariachi music and red hot peppers and tiny flamenco feet
• She writes like pink streaks in the sky and song lyrics spilling of your tongue and ice melting in your hand
• She looked like golden ink and cascading waterfalls and just-bloomed roses
• She tasted like cotton candy melting in your mouth and clean clean teeth and sugar-encrusted lips
• She looked like diamonds sparkling in a dark cave and mermaids swirling in blue-green depths and twilight kissing the moon
• She walked like paint-splattered maracas and tiny naked pixies and leaves floating to the ground
• She sang like cars colliding and waves crashing and little kids fighting--yet he only felt the warmth of beating hearts and magical places and bursting dreams when she belted out the lyrics
• She spoke like raindrops splattering the roof and best friends giggling and thoughts zipping past
• She dreamed like everything is possible and songs never end and fantasy devours reality
• She sketched like castles on sparkling fire and heroes fighting for love and nymphs enchanting innocent passers-by
• She lived like shooting stars never resting and iridescent crystals forever glistening and wise men laughing
• She cried like rivers gushing and waltzes ending and twinkle lights dimming
• She loved like poetry exploding and little dreams growing and tiny hands grasping and love songs blaring and profound revelations glowing and broken hearts mending and splintered souls sharing...

Kaizen:

• James' needs over school work (building a better and loving relationship)
• Felt down at work but kept kind to customers (well, not the first few but then I got my act together!)
  
• Revelations and reflections concerning some of my "issues" and my yet-to-be-conceived children