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The faint glow of lavender filled her room. Every morning Lolly woke from dreams or nothingness. Sometimes dreams were good and sometimes they were nightmares. Grandma Toady said it was from eating sauerkraut at midnight, which Lolly never did according to her own perspective. In truth, it was always NOT midnight some where and she preferred to live in a different time zone than the one she inhabited on nights when she ate sauerkraut. Soon the sky would warm with the mystery of the day. The ball would rise into the sky. It was never quite the same color. Its variation depended upon clouds and humidity. The only thing she did not like about the ball was that it blotted out all the pin holes where heaven peeked through. At fifteen she knew she was too old to not know that the pin holes were stars and the ball was the sun. But, when she was alone she pretended otherwise...sometimes she was not sure when she pretended more, when she was alone or when she was with others. It was very easy