Today's OneWord: Willow

Beneath the willow tree outside my bedroom window, there was a girl who slept against its withered trunk for at least an hour every day. This was normally around the time I finished school, when I walked home with my backpack slung over one shoulder, one of my ears occupied by the stinging musical sensations of Russian Circles' Station album. I didn't know her name; she wasn't a student I knew, and I wasn't even aware of how old she was. Old enough. She slept soundly, peacefully. Nothing disturbed her, and by the time I went upstairs, finished my math homework, and looked outside, she was gone before the sun even had a chance to set.