Life was being such a jerk
Strict rules and tantrums don’t
Work
She had to be at
All day
So
Back to a way to get away
From responsibility
Chores
Scores of things
That only served
To take up time
Maybe she needed a magician
A spell
A wish
A
Well
There’s a price to pay with magic
They say
And usually problems only seem difficult
Because of the solution
They say
Why was it so hard
To take a risk
A chance
Get whisked
Into romance
That perfect night
Under the moon they would dance
Walk through a garden of flowers
Hold hands
Bells ringing
Angels singing
Birds
“Birds?”
Vision dimming
Fainting
Emotions brimming
Overwhelm
Eyes snap open
To a stone room
A piercing sound
Reverberating in the cold tomb
Sighing
Exasperated
Did she have to wake so soon
With nothing to look forward to
Life was such a jerk
Slamming her head against the bed
Frustration
Knowing a tantrum wouldn’t work
She composed herself
Climbed out of her sheets
Showered
Put on her shirt
Contemplating the consequences
Of taking a risk
If she fell
And no one caught her
Especially for a fish out of water
In the middle of a forest
Would it hurt