Laura-Lee Gunstreet was born and raised on the top floor, in the darkest corner of the brothel. She collects feathers and words there. When she is writing she is searching for an alternate universe. When she leaves feathers she is claiming it as her own.

She enjoys walking barefoot in the parlor. Though young, she knows the town is sinking and the moon is baleen. She looks at it through glass bottles. There's amnesia in her kiss. She's a swan but a pistol. She can't help dancing to the sound of a piano. Mother, Jennifer has taught her everything she knows. Father unknown. The sound of the girls singing and the smell of a cigar is her mother's perfume.

The brothel has become her home and she will continue to collect feathers there. As she grows she knows that as long as it is snowing somewhere, the world isn't ending.