Dirty and sand crusted between her toes as her legs were assaulted by the occasional breezes that rolled over the dessert grounds. It wasn't a day unlike any other, it was actual a pretty normal day. Nothing to be done, nothing to be had, not a sound, not a blink over necessary, and certainly no smiles. Today was like all the others days and it was spent alone under the roof of the porch, the old sun bleached creek at every rock of the chair. Reeeeek, rrrrr, reeeeeeek, rrrrrr. Sometimes her encrusted feet would caress the splintered board and join in on the wood's chitter chatter but only every so often. The rest of her time was spent in silence, her lips dry and her throat beckoning to be used. It tightened it's fists and punched a her pipes, fighting to break free, to be used, but there were no words to be said. Her tongue lay fat and lifeless in its comfortable hibernation, neither caring about what could be said or what wasn't being said. There hadn't been a single thought to pass through the young woman's head and with out a command like that from the brain why should the tongue both moving at all; even if it would be the calm the anxious voice box. The day passed into evening and she moved into the house, but still the only idle conversation would be between the old floor boards and her feet.