She had awoken. Like the veil removed from her eyes she started to glimpse possibilities. The stranger who awoke her subconscious and stirred her desire to fall like Alice deeper and deeper into wonderland…Did not even look twice in her direction.
She was awoken. This fire would not ever fully die. Yet it needed his spark. The chains of convention that surrounded her were beginning to creak, crack and allow some freedom. Yet he did not even look twice at her.. She was frustrated. She had momentarily seen a glimpse into wonderland and she desperately needed to break through and the guide who had awoken her would be totally unaware of this willingness and desire.
He didn’t look at her. She felt her lust for him rise and then it fell back into the darkness of her soul. She walked past him and he never even noticed. The suffocating chains of convention reasserted themselves and renewed their grip. Perhaps one day they would break again but now they had broken her. He never even noticed.