The woman couldn't stop thinking about the girl even when she travelled home. She looked for the bright as a tropical bird girl everywhere, but only saw the same grey and dingy colors they all sported. Dull eyes, slow movements, shuffling feet, that is all that surrounded her.<br/><br/>At home she undressed, carefully hanging up her work clothes, and inspected herself in the mirror again. Was she standing a little straighter? Was there more color on her cheeks? She shook her head but smiled when she went back to the kitchen where, instead of pulling out a frozen tv dinner, she rummaged through the pantry and refrigerator and cooked herself a modest meal. Instead of eating the dinner by the tv, she turned on music, lit a candle and sat at the rarely used kitchen table, and read a book.<br/><br/>Her sleep that night was filled with hands, and breasts, with colorful wings, and butterflies all in a jumble. She awoke with a start, unusually rested and almost half an hour before her alarm was to start.  She sat up with a smile, but then it faded. Back to work, back to a cubicle, back to silence. Just as her smile began to fade she wondered, would the girl be there again today?<br/><br/>She jumped out of the bed and hurried to her closet, surely it was somewhere. It took a while but then she found it. A bright silk scarf.<br/><br/>She stood clad in her cream color pajamas and tied it around her neck inspecting herself in the mirror. Dare she wear it today? The woman decided to think abut this as she got ready.  Her morning was no different from any other morning, but as she sat drinking her coffee, she wondered if the houseplant was maybe lonely. Didn't they say that plants communicated? What an odd thought to have, she thought as she got dressed and dashed out of the house. The coffee cup and plate for the first time forgotten on the kitchen table.<br/><br/>The woman made sure to stand in the same spot on the platform and enter the exact same train car again. She did wear the scarf, feeling a bit foolish about it, feeling like an impostor, but it lit up her grey blue eyes and those eyes found the girl. She stood in the same spot, looking out of the window. She was so colorful, a bird of paradise among sparrows. Her youth radiated off her with almost an angry will to live, to not turn grey. Her mouth dry, and her heart hammering, the woman went and stood in the same spot as the previous day.