*****
Instead of struggling up from the ground
She stepped lightly from an elevated bed
Rather than wrestling straight her twenty pieces of needed clothing
She wafted a soft robe around her
In not boots but slippers
Already warm, she drank hot coffee
Put on a pretty dress to walk to town
Without taking every single object she owned along on every step
People treated her as a person
Instead of a pimple
Until the bell
Began to toll midnight
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