Her mouth is slightly agap, eyes fixated on the window in the corner. Does her spirit long to fly, to take to the world on her own... No, she is restrained by her love, one that she can't describe for the words can't satisfy the thoughts. She closes her eyes and imagines a life where she would have the resources for expression, when a child and a home would become the description of her love and devotion. But still that window beckons, tempting and urging her to abandon the heart for the cool air in her lungs, the wind against her face and the future yet to be written. She tells herself that she's already happy and no escape would bring better freedom to her heart. She pulls the blankets up to her neck and rolls over, snuggling against my shoulder. "Close the window for me, would you honey?" she asks as she closes her eyes.