She hums to the melody playing at the supermarket. She’s in her car belting out songs at a red light. She’s tapping in rhythm to the bass guitar at the bar. She’s dancing barefoot in her loungeroom. Record spins, she spins.

Falls to the ground - hair over face, head on the ground, feet in the clouds. 

Her laugh fades out with the song. Slipping in and out of a daydream haze.