Then you shake the dark sheets of the night and watch the stars scatter and fall, twisting the shape of this universe into something new. A place where the possibilities arise and all your dreams become true. There was a time when you thought all of this was just some dust you scattered over the possibility of a day, to take it all into your hands and shape it into something of your own choosing. That this could be the day when that one special person would come, appearing out of the mists of the dawn to take you on into a day like no other you could ever have known.
These days you no longer expect handsome princes, or that dark-eyed wanderer of the highways to come and take you away from all this. You have heard too many stories like that to believe any more of them. You know that adventures are not for the like of us, we are those that plod through our days; no longer waiting, hoping or dreaming. We have all heard too many stories, and we know that none of them will ever come true.
Then, though, you hear the muffled sounds of movement deep in the morning mists and see a shadow forming into solidity and wonder, could this be that day, after all?
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