Khaotic-Dreamer

The sound of the rain calms my mind. Thoughts that jolt and snap and inconsistently surface like erratic, energetic streams of electricity, slow to the music of waves falling from the sky. The roof thunders gently then a thousand tiny hammers hit the metal, for a brief moment people glance upwards. When the soothing watery rhythm returns I feel small. I can hear the world beyond my worries... for once I wish I was outside.

One day, like every other that holds dreams, I wonder Where is my knight? The one to carry me from my tower and force me into the light. Is that not what I should want? Then I see those inner glowing ember eyes, a fire, my trembling heart. But a jagged notion claws through - I cannot defeat such a frightening thought - What if I am not a Princess, just one who sees the view & who's soul sings for freedom. What if this tower holds a dragon?