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Window – Rapunzel

It is one of four windows, encircling the tower. From it, she can see down, over the green trees, white snow, green grass, specks of colored wildflowers and bushes with tiny red berries. Her room is lavish and beautiful, full of care, the room her foster mother made for her. It is beautiful, but it is not hers. Not like the view from the windows.

She leans out, letting stray curls brush red velvet drapes, golden in the sunlight. She squints down into the valley. Sometimes she sees deer, squirrels, other animals—that is what she is looking for now. She isn't dressed—not today. She didn't feel like dressing today. It is a small rebellion, alone in her tower with no one to know it, but it is hers. She watches her hands clasp on the smooth stone. Her breath seems loud in the silence, the wind has died down.

When she was young she lived with her mother—not her real mother but the only one she knows—in the forest, in a house with a garden nearby, and she played alone, happy. But when she turned twelve her mother took her here, put her here, for her own safety, she said.

But she is tired of being safe. She wants nothing more than to be able to step out of that window, as if stairs would appear, invisible, in the air before her.

Down in the valley, nothing moves. She closes her eyes. Soon, she will turn away from her window. Soon, she will put on her clothes, do her lessons, read, embroider, occupy herself somehow with nothing but her own thoughts for company, as it has been for so long. Perhaps she will dance.

In the evening, her mother will visit, and they will talk and laugh and she will forget, for a time, that the tower is a prison as much as a paradise.

Soon. She sighs, letting her breath out in a small, slow rush.

Soon. But not now.

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