The Castle of Air and Sky

The first thing I saw when I woke up was clouds. Lots and lots of floating, swirling clouds drifting in and out of vision. My head felt like it was full of clouds, a senseless space of fluff and numbness. Sitting up, I looked to the horizon, to be faced with a tall structure of unimaginable beauty.

The building was tall, spiralling high into the sky, starting from the ground and shooting upward with force. Turrets sprung out of the sturdy foundations. The castle itself looked like it was made of clouds. The castle was blue and wispy. It almost looked like a ghost; a shadow of a real castle vanished long ago.

I felt myself gasp in cool air. It felt to be sometime in the morning, because everything seemed to be waking up and alive.Birds screeched in the empty sky, echoing across the large terrain. I could feel the wind sweeping past my bare arms and ruffling the fabric of my soft white dress.

Another thing I could feel were my wings, drooping on the ground. The ticklish feathers fluttered in the wind, and the skin underneath prickled with cold and pain and old blood, pain I couldn’t bring myself to worry about in the current moment.

I could feel excitement bubbling in my chest, and for what, I did not know. What I did know was that I had a job to do. A sense of purpose in the depths of my very bones. I felt the the soft squish of dirt underneath my feet and I walked toward that castle. The castle of air and sky.