Sometimes she wished that she could touch the sky, never like this though. She always thought that the clouds would feel like cotton candy, and the air would breeze past her skin so perfectly that it left goosebumps in its wake. She thought the moon would say hello, and the stars would shine in a way that spoke to her soul, or that the sun would be there to greet her in the early mornings when it woke. She had wanted to live in the sky her whole life, just not like this. Not in a way that meant she could never go back to feeling the grass beneath her feet, or hear the chatter of people as they walked through the streets. She wished she could take her wish back and live among the people again, but it was too late for that. She was stuck up here now and there was no way to go back. It wasn’t anything like what she wished upon herself, but even now she couldn’t deny that she had never seen anything more magnificent in her life.