The stories we tell ourselves

Create. She told herself, wrapped in the warmth of her cloak.
Design. She promised her heart, knowing it would come if she put it in her mind.
She whispered a desire to the man next to her.
To be happy. To be free. To make sure nothing controlled her longing to just be.
It would be tough, she knew, but she never gave up.
On a mission. On a journey. On herself.