High above the ground, in a tower of ivory a girl sits alone staring out the window. Her hair blows in the wind. White feathers and leaves scatter in the room around her. By the window the pale white curtains flutter about then settle. 

There is a bed behind her, draped in finery, decked in pink and purple pillows. A layer of dust covers it all. A small table sits to her left, with half written letters. A bookcase is propped up in the other end of the room, with books half read.

Dreams half done.

She releases a sigh, it turns into a melody. She sings, she hopes, she falls into a reverie.

She waits.

A moment later a large black bird perches itself on her windowsill. It pecks at her hair.

She smiles at it. Her only friend.

“I saw a prince the other day. I think it was a prince. He said he liked my singing. He might come back to see me maybe.”

The black bird looks at her, cocking its head to one side.

“Why don’t I chase after him? Don’t be silly. Why would I do that?” She looks around in the room, and then turns back to the window. She stares longingly outside. 

Why don’t you leave?

“I’m not sure where to go.”

Anywhere but here. Why don’t you go?

“But we are far from the ground. What if I fall?”

The bird hops over to the edge of the window then looks down to the ground. Grass speckled with pink and yellow flowers gently swayed with the breeze. A nearby brook flows and burbles. 

Then at least you’ve tried. Besides it is not that far. Just get back up again.

She laughs, smooth and melodic. “Silly bird.” The black bird began pruning itself.

Doing nothing only gets you so far. 

“I guess we can’t just stay around here forever right?” The bird gave a little chirp.

Dilly dally, dilly dally. Enough excuses. Use what God has given.

“Haha. You didn’t really think I would just sit around here right?” She laughs. 

The girl stands up and stretches.

"Shall we?"

She then unfurls her wings and flies away.