She has the kind of hat that you want to take off and put on again backwards and then, seeing the look in her eyes, take off again and put back on the right way around.
She has the kind of eyes that make you forget about her hat only to remember it again in the night having awoken to the sound of a solitary nightingale on the rooftop.
She has the kind of quality to her presence in the night that makes you wonder why you want to sleep at all but instead stay awake listening to her dreams.
She has the kind of dreams that make you want to take them and cherish them and only give them back when you have filled yourself with their colourful wonder.
(inspired by Apple Rae at: https://ideaprovoker.wordpress.com/2018/05/01/the-dreamy-eyed-idealist/)