Carry the Weight
In my dreams, I fly.
Carried up into the sky on a great gust of wind and the air is cool and crisp and the sky is so beautiful.
A tap on my shoulder brings me back to reality. Wolfwood asks if I'm alright. I brush him off. You are causing trouble again. Predictably, I yell. We act our parts well, you and I, but this role is dragging me down.
A hot wind blows past me; I spread my arms to hug the wind.
I'm too heavy. The wind won't lift me here.
But in my dreams, I fly.
I like Meryl. What?