she has a four-winged dinosaur that she has to draw

the girl woke up in a bed of tiny rose petals to the sight of the french city now where there were men with dark eyes of long stories and clickclacking girls and drinks with funny names.
she liked to order one called perroquet because of its colour fresh grass colour and the name that reminded her of coconut nights, hot freckle skin and sand running through her fingers.
her eyes were filled with sparkles from looking at the stars at night.
sometimes she caught herself getting lost in thoughts of a boy and she wondered if he was there under the same moon thinking about her, too.
she wished she had brought her guitar to sing songs to the night and the city as her audience.

photography by zora beer and random strangers.