Hell, I remember her blouse, skirt, earrings, shoes, necklace AND watch! Even that her wristwatch was 10 minutes slow, and this little whisp of her brunette hair that lighted across her right upper cheek that mesmerized me since her hair was otherwise perfect. It hinted of erotic disarray... She had a nervous habit of running the tips of her index and forefinger lightly across the fabric of her blouse near her left collarbone (perhaps an old injury) a small mole on the right side at the nape of her neck and a single silver ring on the pinky of her right hand that resembled a serpent of some kind...
I think in full sentences and complete thoughts, always have even since grade school... it makes me remember details as well... Maybe its some sort of disorder...
Feanor