She wanted to be among the wave of stars, far above her in the sky. She would watch them with wandering eyes, trying to catch a glimpse of a future she could see herself apart of. However, the tears seeping from her eyes blurred the stars and blocked any sight of the future she was hoping for. She was stuck, laying in the grass in her backyard, mind worrying over every little thing. She was lost, drowning in a sea of every little misery that every little thing gave her. There was no hope for her anymore.
She dreamed of foreign shores, luminescent ocean creatures lighting up the path to her destiny. She saw a sailboat, smaller than a monarch, and she knew. She fell to her knees and cried for a place she had never been, but where she knew she belonged. Her eyes, glued to the sand beneath her, refused to see the monarchs as they swarmed around her, their delicate wings and breakable legs landing gingerly on every inch of her. They burned her skin.
She watched through her window, eyes glazed over, focused on nothing. Rain tickled her skin through the screen, and the cool breeze had her hair standing and goosebumps like rolling hills on her arms. The streetlights that littered the concrete road glared dimly, a golden glow that faded until the only thing she was surrounded by was her worst fear: eremophobia.
