Author's Note: There's something about watching The Lord of the Rings, and being high on Roxiri, that makes me want to write a short story shit crap thing (a drabble) about the poor blonde witch who understands what nobody else does. It makes me sad to think about it…and this helps me enter her character and see what she sees, hear what she hears, taste what she tastes, touch what she touches, smell what she smells. And most of all, feel what she feels. Even if she doesn't have a heart.

Copyrights: The characters mentioned and inferred to are not mine; they belong to Square-Enix and Disney. But this drabble IS mine.

Cage of Desire

I am the maker of my own nightmare.

In a golden cage I sit, locked into a fate I didn't ask for.

I can see.

I can taste.

I can hear.

I can touch.

I can smell.

But everybody has a sixth sense that I don't have.

It is the one thing I long for, the one thing everybody wants.

But it is not mine.

It was never mine.

It never belonged to me.

These golden bars of the senses lock me in.

High white walls dictate my every movement.

And so I sit here,

And I draw

My desires,

My fears,

My wants,

My hates,

And most of all...my love.

There is the one thing I can never have,

The one thing everybody else has.

And though I seem human to you,

I am not.

I am nobody.

I am non-existent.

I don't belong in this world.

I never did.

I am pale and fragile, a mere mirage, a shadow of the truer being.

I am only a piece of her, a piece without her greatest strength.

I am only a shadow of the desires within her, the wants.

I am only a piece of a whole.

I am nobody.

I am Naminé.

And I want to feel.

Author's Endnote: Yes, I know, I'm posting so much all of a sudden. But it's only a high; I'll soon enter a slump and people will kill me for never updating. But all's well that ends well, no? Well, please review. This is the first time my focus has been on someone other than Sora, Kairi, or Roxas. Thanks.