Outstretched on the satin
velvet encrusted fainting couch,
a chaise from another time,
her long frame fit the dimensions and
allowed her to stretch
beyond imagination as she wrestled 
with time and its crazed trickery.

She gazed upward and focused
on the ornate filigree
flush mount light,
aged in chipped paint and dust.
She tried to pull from her memory
where she purchased the fixture,
but like it, her memory was aged
in chipped paint and dust.

Sometimes it was painful,
tiny splinters in
her hands.
Othertimes it was a relief,
the sound of dance steps
across a wood floor.
She settled for a cup of chai tea.