premise:
She’s a city girl, southern at heart. There’s a girl inside who longs to sit on back porches drinking ice tea from tall sweating glasses while screen doors slam and children play in the yard. It is in her mind, the semblance of family, of comfort of stillness. These things calm her. When she was young she played in the yard. She played mostly with the grasses and the earth. Flowers and berries making delicate mud pies. She read indoors, slouched in her bed till her body ached. She slept hard and deep and dreamed the dreams of children. She was timid and contemplative.