Today's OneWord: Knows

She knows me. She's seen me. Breathing out wisps of macchiato daydreams, billowing outward in streamers, confetti sparkling in my sultry honeycomb pseudo-golden hair. She smiles at me. Tries to wave, and I try to remember her name. It's a very pretty name, but it's lurking in the corner where it thinks it can't be seen.

I want to say something.