she sat in the chinese takeaway, head to one side,
reading a book.
she was beautiful, and personified the state of
contentment.
she smiled faintly, as her eyes moved over the page,
and her body held them steady.
and it seemed like she was in a bubble, like she was
being transmitted live from some planet consisiting
solely of flowering spring pastures and libraries.
she seemed a thousand miles away from the sound of
woks frying, and that eggy smell that motivates you to
leave quickly after you've stuffed yourself with rice.
she radiated peacefulness.
i felt my troubles grow faint as i watched her, her
infectious peace, her happy privacy.
and then i had to go, because of that eggy smell.
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