She licked her lips and squinted out into an endless horizon. Her disheveled hair blinded her partially as it clung to her sticky skin, slithering towards her openings into her ears, up her nostrils, through her clenched teeth. She turned and looked towards a luminous sandy hill, her eyes peering from under the awning of her shaky hand. Her body whirled in circles to find direction before collapsing in disillusion on the soft, brown, sandy carpet.
Another gust blew around her, lifting up the earthy grains as they
danced in circles heading nowhere. The rim
of her flowing skirt rose to join the dance, but her fingers clutched to hold
it down. She looked up at the open,
clear sky feeling the weight of gravity grounding her. Vastness of the circular dome invited her to
expand, beckoned her fidgety feet into its limitless expanse while keeping her
rooted in its circular confines.
A princess in a glass globe, her world was perfect and perfectly
encased.
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