Have you ever tried standing in the center of the highway, opening your hands, mimicking a mannequin?
I met her last night, she was trying to be a mannequin.
She was trying to rephrase  her life by becoming a  silent figure in that improper place.
Yes, I saved her, my window is empty from a decent view and my house is empty.
I will dress her well, and clean her rubbery skin, and maybe  I will change  the color  of  her messy  hair.
I need her in my life, all love stories start with a little softness.
She will not be a mannequin forever.