She woke up. The sky was so blue she thought she could cut a piece of it off and suck on it. She thought it would dissolve bit by bit in her mouth. It would sustain her.
Years ago, she woke up, too. She woke to find wings had sprouted from her shoulder blades. When she woke to find these huge white wings, lept into the air. She thought she would soar up and away with a graceful leap of feet and beat of feathers. She leapt, she pumped her wings, she fell clumsily to the floor.
It took a year to learn to use them. Once she did, she was not enchanted with the effort, so she drifted to the ground and stayed there.
Until today. Today, the sky looks at her like need. Today, she will leap. Today, the effort will be worth it.