How's she doing?...

She's doing fine.
She's sleeping at
night. During the day too.
With the windows open and the music blasting.
She's waking up with a faint smile and a fading memory.
She wants to
drink peppermint tea and read curve magazine.
She wants to give back to
someone who doesn't exist yet.
Still beautiful, she wants to paint in her
room with no interruptions.
She wants to paint her room.
She's not a flower.
She's the seed and the
soil.
She's now peeking through towards the
sunlight.