My prison.

I woke up in the tower

I shivered meekly

And opened my eyes to greet the dawn,

But confused I cannot find it.

Moon streams through the slit,

Illumination, my prison.

Cold air, shivers down my spine.

I begin to weep, helplessly.

Minutes seem like hours

Torment, continuous,

I timidly extend my arms, then fingers,

Reading the floor.

My hands close upon a cloud.

Instantly everything changes,

Pink,

Blue,

Purple,

Multicolour heavens pulling me forward,

Faces, bodies, arms, hands, fingers, nails.

Leaving fractions of my cloud tied to the tower.

I shiver meekly and open my eyes to greet?.

Reality.