She stares at the stars above herself as she is walking alone at the beach.
She then lies down on the sand and makes an angel as if it were snow.
She stops and just gazes at the endless sky above her.
It is so enchanting, so mystical to the point of want to be part of that beauty.
Her pale white skin would shine as a star, her blue eyes become part of the ocean, her hazelnut hair for the ground.
It would be a much better life to become part of something bigger...
Clang, bang
She wakes up and looks around her surroundings, a book, bed, a door, and enclosing walls with no chance of escape.
She looks at her hands, wondering when hope will finally come through to her pitiful life.
She then looks around herself again, wondering how she got into this situation in the first place.