Laura peered out the window, at the trees rushing by in the darkness. The silvery moon seemed to mock her, a faraway destination forever unreachable. If she could only sprout wings, she would take flight and soar above the Earth, spiralling up and up until the air ran out. Anything to not feel like this. To not feel so trapped.
Her breathing was shallow, her head swimming, heart beating fast.
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