Expectations

She sits everyday in the same place and wonders what is in the future for her. Things are ever much harder then the tales say and there is never a chest with uncountable riches in the end of the quests. Sometimes she dreams incomplete dreams, of magical worlds and righteous knights, but she wakes in nightmares of boring swamps and deceiving monsters. Sometimes she thinks that no one cares for her the way she wants, the way she needs.

Holding a piece of green glass, she imagines herself as a different person, somewhere else, with a mystical amulet in her hands, endowed with mysterious powers. What kind of secrets could it uncover? She summons her promised chevalier, to fulfill her expectations, to hold her hand and understand her words, to kiss her before she falls asleep and embrace her through the night.

Every morning she wakes with a hand full of hope. As the day goes by, she has to catch one thing here and another there, dropping every hope and seeing them turn to dust. Every night she walks home with an empty hand and tears in her eyes.

Lavender and roses fill the air as she bathes her tired body, a moment to care about herself and relax, to remove the marks that the daily ghosts had carved in her face. She smiles, timidly, weakly, but truly. She tastes that sample of heaven and hopes it can refill her spirit.

The repetition is part of her life. The same mistakes, in different forms, gather in piles at work. The food has ever the same smell of something careless prepared. People say "good morning" without even looking at each other. Why should they, anyway, they know it's all part of that endless loop, a trap in which they have chosen to fall into, long ago.

Every single time she finds a hole in the cage, she extends her hands outside to feel what it is like to be free, to have the unruled rain wash the ashes from her hands. She wets her lips with a finger and kisses the rain, "thank you".

Revolutions are never easy, there are ever many wounded and lost. She cries silently after the light goes off, wondering if she could make through it, trying to believe that there is a rainbow beyond the stormy clouds, that she will have the strength and the wisdom to make the right choices, at the right time, for the best reasons. She grabs a piece of glass and sees her expectations reflected on the green surface. Crossing oceans and lands, her jaded words reach a lonely creature, crazy enough to believe in unicorns, fool enough to love a dream...