Up on the sunflower hill

The cycle

She wakes up to the smell of the city
Musty, dirty air.

It's the same daily routine repeated.
Life as a mindless zombie, following the trends and standards.

When the day ends it's back to bed, the only good part of her day. She dreams of the freedom to express herself. A life without the stress 25 years had thrown at her.

Everyday is torture and every night her release. She was always taught that it got better. That one day she would have her "white picket fence" ending. Where was Prince Charming now? Perhaps wandering the streets searching for a place to get food or rest his head. Maybe he was a CEO obsessed with power and money. Either way she somehow knew she'd never find him.
This was her life, dull and unforgiving. The power to hold on was slowly slipping from her grasp. There's something inside her though, that tells her she is here for a reason. One day the chain may be broken and she will have the ability to be true to herself, right?