Conspiciously

she waits outside the obvious one step behind. watching from the perimeter as she often does, not engaged but rather quietly observing. taking notes, without a word shared, no need. her world is one where dreams reside inside her mind where she is free. where she can soar with the best of them the rest of them who stare. they don't understand and never ask why she's bound and forever changed. she turns her chair and rolls away up the ramp that reads, accessible...