I floated above them, unnoticed, forgotten. For a time, the pretty girl in the burgundy, blood-red dress grasped me, clutching me by my string, cutting off my breathing. I know something they don’t know, but I can never tell them, and I don’t quite understand. After all, I am without words, without suffering- simply a peach balloon strung up on their lavish table, left to watch their never ending ...