Selfish

Dew seeps through the girl’s socks as she tiptoes across a vacant field,

the first rays of dawn sending rainbows dancing over her pale legs.

The air has an earthy sweetness to it and as she fills her lungs time seems to slow.

She spins lazily through the wildflowers, watching as her nightgown spirals around her like the wings of songbirds as they flit overhead.

She knows this moment is stolen,

a fragment of time that was not hers to take,

but feels no remorse.

Sometimes one must be a little bit selfish.