It was the sort of laugh that comes from within.
That leaves you breathless and flushed
and sometimes makes your ears hurt.
The sort of laugh that squeezes you tight inside
makes you forget the accompanied solitude of yesterday
and the hollow of the day before.
She was the girl people wondered about.
They thought she was strange
some with concern
others with malice
mostly with amusement - a Sheenesque affair of sorts.
But none of that mattered today.
Because, even if just for today,
she was the girl who laughed.
She was the sunshine of silver streaks in the sky. She was the hand that keeps you comforted.
And her eyes were brighter than ever before.