On Living in a Heart-Shaped Box

A Fairy Tale

Once upon a time, a young girl of less than three decades lived in a heart-shaped box. Graceful waves of glass walls as though sculpted by an ocean breeze. Her forehead pressed against its cool surface, a circle of breath present then not. A rising and passing of discontent. Present then not. The rising of a once-setting sun. Present. Then not. The chatter in her mind drowned out by the whisper of her heart. Sunlight, liquified. Starlight, intensified. The depth of decisions laid out before her. It was up to her to choose her own adventure.