She would sometimes pretend to be the most beautiful thing in the world. With riches that no human could ever imagine to have. Oh she would have it all. All that mattered. Romantic nights, stolen kisses, passing glances, secrete smiles. Yes, all the riches one could think of. She would dance in her small but neat room, with eyes closed and music around her, filling the sweet air. Giving magic to her thoughts. And for that moment everything would be perfect. The sound of his voice would make its way to her ears, and she could almost feel his hands touching hers as she twirled around her bed. The many colors that played around her eyes dulled and only he would appear and for that night she was a princess. And oh was she the richest! For she had it all. But as the music quitted slowly, her hips stopped moving her breath calmed down and she could feel it slipping away. And then her eyes would open and the colors that had just surrounded her, the music that had invaded her mind all disappeared. And she wasn’t rich anymore. She was the very last thing from rich. With great sadness she would sit on her bedside take a deep breath and lay in it. She would not cry. No matter how much it pained her to be poor tonight. Tomorrow, again she would be rich.

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By rich she means to have love, though in the story she seems poor in both money and love.

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