I imagine I’m an elf in a strange world. I imagine the ladder on the fourth floor of Edens Hall leads to a room—the attic. The door was locked when it was tried. Where is the dratted key to this place?
I imagine the room, a pool full of stars in the center. I sink into its depths and find life and healing. There is a warm hearth—I am satisfied. Through each tall window is a new world. In one of the worlds I explore, I find a prince.
Not the regular kind of prince though. He might be handsome, he might not. He might love the outdoors, but if he does, that doesn’t give me grounds for marriage. He might love dancing and carry me off on his fay horse—but that doesn’t mean he’ll love and care for me.
I try to picture his face, but I never can.