Dear ghost,
I once forgot to apologize and stole the yellow dandelion flower from her home. I pressed her in between the pages that concealed my woes. Now she is dry and have forgotten how to change dress and fly away. She does not know about the white fluff that her sisters are wearing. You mustn't think that she is frozen. I do not have the power to do so. She is simply pressed but withering away even if I threaten her not to.
I suppose she does not like me. But oh how I adore her! My trapped yellow princess in the book, you are reminder of the withering beauty. A sign of beautiful life so I couldn't help but steal you away in that morning.
Yours