Everyday, I look up the hill and everyday, I wait.
I live in a small cottage in the middle of nowhere. A path leads from the garden, over the fields into a forest. The fields are covered in flowers. Their smell have something of cinnamon and lavender.
A lake surrounds the house and every now and then I can firmly hear the frogs talking to each other.
Sometimes at night, the moon shows on the surface of the lake. It shimmers through the night and the fog wraps around him like a warm and cozy blanket.
The trees around the house swing in the wind while the rustling of the leaves form a pure harmony with the birds singing from their little lungs.
The face of the flowers go in the direction of the forest and up that hill. I always dream about my savior riding down that hill on a horse, black like the shadows of the night, swinging his swords and shouting out my name. He's shouting for me as he is coming to rescue me from this enchanted forest, to finally find my happy ending.
Everyday, I look up the hill and everyday, I wait.
One day I took a walk through the fields and into the forest. I enjoy the company of the birds and bugs following me. The trees of the forest cast their shadow and give shelter from the heat of the sun. A bit of a time has passed and I realize that I no longer hear the birds flattering around. I continue my walk and recognize some alteration of the are. I must've taken the wrong path. I've never been to this part of the forest. The path becomes narrower and overgrown and I have to start fighting my way through the undergrowth.
After a while I got out of the bushes and sunlight touches my skin. My body fills with warmth and my eyes can see bright and clear. I got out of the forest and now standing in the face of the flowers. Turning around, I realize a building far away. It's a house, it's my house. I stuck to the path leading me on top of that hill. All the blurr becomes a picture. I am there, where my savior is supposed to be. I am my savior. No one is coming to save me, I have to do it myself.
I cling tightly to my dress and start running down that hill. I start running and screaming my own name. I'm coming for you, for myself. I will be my own savior.
Everyday, I looked up the hill until I stopped.
