Tell-tale Tear

She sits in the corner of the room next to the tall, long window. The window that should be open and spilling sunshine but she always keeps the blinds drawn. She is quiet, never even coughs or sneezes or sniffles but one time.. she sighed. Deep and long and light and happy like a dead man coming back to life and taking a breath for the first time in a thousand years. The sigh is filled with a story. What is it? Then she cried silent mournful sobs. Only one tear left her eyes. The tear escaped her cobalt eyes, oceans rolled down her smooth porcelain cheek and disappeared into corn husk hair. And in that tear it is clear that she has more than a story. She has a secret.