Looking at the world below, she felt her breath catch in her chest. It was beautiful, the way the rosy light caressed the red cliffs, golden rays making anything reflective glint like gold. It was perfect, the way the wind rustled her short, dark hair as gentle as a ghost’s touch. Her feet shifted to bury a little further in the dirt, looking at the world as it beheld a new day. It was hers: this world, this morning, this wonderful elation.

She turned and walked away, closing her eyes to savor the perfect world given to her. Smiling, she turned back, feeling the breeze grow. The ghosts danced with her, encouraging with every brush, grasping onto her tattered clothes, urging her to open her eyes and take off. Her tennis shoes touched the last inch, legs pushing as hard as they could. The sun grew in its power as the wind rushed with her, the rosy tint of morning fading as the world became completely gilded.

Her arms extended from her sides, her smile only growing as she greeted her world with her new wings.