She takes her clothes off
Leaving them in a pile at the foot of her bed
And opens her sun soaked drawers
Filled with ice cream sundae dresses and cotton candy skirts
Cinnamon donut tops and decaf mocha shorts
What to wear? What to? Where?
She selects a vanilla buttercream dress
Reliving the delicious memories the garment possesses
As she clothes herself in idyllic fantasy
Once dressed she turns away from the ancient drawers
And walking towards the window
She trips over the discarded clothing from before
Seamlessly she disentangles herself
Reaching to open her world to the outside
Taking a breath of fresh air
At the white sill framing her window
With a sigh and a smile
She stretches up to the skies
Climbing up onto the ledge of the open window
She stills
Feeling the weight of herself on the balls of her feet
Then leaps
An angel without her wings