She sits at the top of her castle, the wind blowing through her window, the light from the sun illuminating the darkest corner of every room. There's a staircase that leads down below, except she doesn't commonly use it. Rather, she chooses to jump out of the window, landing gracefully in front of the castle, the ocean just a few yards away.
Today, she slowly awakens, the sun already up, to the sound of seagulls outside her window. Afraid they'll fly in, she quickly jumps up and runs to close the glass. Except, as she approaches the window, a breeze blows in, beckoning her to the outside. Naturally, she sees only one option. To jump.
Her feet land first, allowing her to appear to be both graceful and athletic, neither of which she is. As she lands, the seagulls come over to her, and as they come closer and closer, getting larger with each step they take. Until finally, they're right above her. She has to look straight up to be able to see the seagull itself, and then realizes, she's not a princess, she's a grain of sand. Her castle isn't a castle, its a sandpile. That's why she's so graceful and atheltic, except she's not. Because she's sand. Oops.
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