In her mind
In a quiet corner of her mind she dreamed of flight. She dreamed of sleeping through one night. She wished for everything she ever wanted, and it was still less than they wanted vocally.
Every part of her was quiet. Everything about her reminded the observer of a mouse, something too fragile to make a noise; in case she shattered into pieces, broke out in tears. She was the one in the background, laughing nervously at their jokes, doing as she was told, following leadership. She was a ghost in their lives.
But this corner of her mind, it was silent as a grave, for, in truth, it was a grave. A resting site for all her dreams, everything she had given up expecting. It was this corner that had become a tomb for her memories. But she never gave up hoping.
What did she hope for? She hoped for anything she could, yet she only allowed herself so much hope. She felt as though if she hoped too much there would be less hope for others; that she would be taking away their hope. She would never do anything like that. Instead she hoped for little things, possibilities.
She hoped to be left alone to go her own way. She couldn't bring herself to hoping this would happen for the rest of her life though, if only for a few moments she felt she could be happy with that. She hoped to be as good as everyone wanted her to be, to live up to her father's expectations.
She never hoped to have anyone's love; she wouldn't even hope that he would notice her. That was beyond her fragile little hopes; it was too much. She could wish for it; she wished for it every night, but if she hoped for it she knew she would just be disappointed, and she wasn't strong enough to have her hopes crushed so surely and completely.
