Another morning and the start of another damn day. A little light lit up the room. But those walls were still dark. He was gone. His time was up.She was staring at the door. Waiting for the next one. Maybe someone to fall in love with her. She liked Thursday evenings. the smell of coffee But the only thing she felt was the sound of the hands of the clocks. It is your turn. Come on. Take yours. Whenever time's up, I am getting stronger and more beautiful. I'm a marionette but I have my own dreams like you people.The dream of being a beautiful woman who is someone's lover.