a dream and a whistle

She fell asleep there, the rolls of silk keeping her warm against the wispy airs determined searching fingers, watching the stars as they slowly appeared from behind the smog cloud. They looked to her like they to were waiting to dance. Waiting til no one was watching so they could make the dark backdrop of the night their stage and waltz past the moon.

She looked peaceful, albeit uncomfortable, wrapped in the green silk gown. A mess of red hair sprawled haphazardly against her arms, gently holding her sleeping head. She breathed, and her breath played like smoke in the nights air.

It seemed to the girl that no matter how peacefully she fell into her sleep the nightmares would always find. The dreams where she couldn't run, or scream, or defend herself, or help anyone. The dreams where things were constantly held back from her. And so she ran and she screamed and fought, though the efforts bore little result and she awoke in a sweaty howling scream, a scream that could be heard many miles away, a scream that could not be held back by any nightmare.

Later that day as she absentmindedly weaved her piglets in-between overgrown patches of grass she realised she was being watched. A little bird in a tree was sitting on a branch, his head cocked with curiosity and caution.

She glanced down at her peanut butter sandwich and back to the little bird. It was all she had to eat that day, but it was also all she had to offer.

part 1: tiny little windmills

I think you should tell me a story...
About how the wind blows through my life and my soul.
I think you should tell me a story...
About the life you want to lead and the prince you need to save you.
I want you to tell me a story...
About the prince who fell off his steed and how the princess was there to catch him

I need to hear a story..

A story about a heroic princess

Because I don't think the prince is coming.




There once was a princess who lived alone in a giant castle. She had no maids or knights, no country men. So she was the ruler of her life and her heart and she was self appointed.
She spent her days tending the garden and working the farm and the land. She took great pride in her kingdom although she was the only one who lived there.
Every day she would walk down into the valley and talk to the wind. She would let it read her heart and it would give her advice and keep her company. Sometimes when the wind was feeling jovial it would let the princess ride on its back and it would show her around the countryside and the nearby villages. Sometimes when the wind was feeling less than jovial it would blow so hard that the princess would be swept up and taken back to her castle.
Now, being the ruler of ones heart can be a difficult and grueling task, however the princess was living in isolation from any sort of heart confliction and therefore often forgot that her heart should need tending at all. The wind never forgot this though and often worried that if the princess left her heart untended it would wither and die, taking the princess with it. The wind knew the princess often found the company of others unbearable and frustrating as she spent the majority of her time in quiet solitude. The constant chattering of her kinsmen had begun to drive her to distraction and eventually she had withdrawn entirely, growing her own vegetables and grain in her kingdom, rather than visiting nearby villages.
One afternoon, as she sat with the wind in the valley the princess began to scream. The wind, who had never before heard the princesses voice, was deeply disturbed and did not understand what was happening to his princess.
The princess screamed and screamed, the sound of her voice echoing through the valley until at last she collapsed in a heap. Her voice drained, screamed away into the mountains that surrounded her, screamed away into nothingness, never to be heard again.
The wind decided it was time to do something, she needed help, she needed companions, she needed to be human before she screamed herself away into nothingness, until she screamed herself away into the wind.
So he left.
The princess visited the valley every day and every day there was nothing, not even the smallest breeze. Left alone in the gigantic kingdom without so much as a creaking door for company she began to make tiny paper windmills, she would carry them down to the valley and stick them in the ground, watching fascinated as they stood motionless.
Months passed, and the valley stood silently, covered in the tiny unmoving windmills the princess had made.
She wept her silent tears daily. Afraid that her only friend had left her for good. Confused about what she might have done to drive him away. She had lived alone her entire life but had only just discovered what is was like to feel loney. Her heart and soul were empty, she didn't want to be a princess anymore. She stopped working in her garden and stopped looking after the animals. She stayed inside the castle all day, sleeping and dreaming of a better place. The kingdom was in disarray.



to be continued...