She was watching, waiting for something to happen, knowing that in her world nothing would happen except an aeroplane to fall across the sky. Even then she wanted to be dragged along with the gushing winds. She would try to imagine being in the feeling of flying, not in a plane but that weightless feeling as the ground got closer and the it got thicker. But she didn't want to be falling she wanted to be floating, high above trees, high above the nightmares she called life.