In her special room she showed me the many things she collected. On the shelves were wonderful starfish, seahorses and colorful butterflies pinned to a canvas. I like to collect beautiful things she said. I told her it was a lovely collection and jokingly mentioned just don’t get any ideas about me. When I turned, she was gone and the door was locked. Before the panic set in, my first thoughts were… hey, she thinks I am beautiful.