Fragments--imperfections I'll pick up later.

She stayed in bed until the room flooded with salt water--the windows bulged so fat you'd wish they'd just exhale. She dreamed of walking barefoot at night over the pavement, there is nowhere to go. A fool.

Venus, venus? Is that Venus?
God of love.
Venus? It isn't. It's a star.
A collapsing cloud.
A dead star. They're almost all dead.
Then it is. It's Venus.