High in my tower I sit. I watch the birds fly below, the clouds float above, and the tall, green forest stretch to places I might never see. Mama, who isnt my mother, has kept me hidden away for many years. My only companions, besides Mama, are my books--great adventures, mysteries, and romances that I long to make my reality. But I know that no one will come to save me--my life is not a fairy tale after all. Well, at least no one has come so far. Recently, my hair has started to grow rapidly and its now long enough to reach the bottom of the tower from my window. Ive also had the strangest dreams of a beautiful, green-eyed man. When Mama isnt around, I plan my escape, even if its just for a little while. Theres something--maybe someone--waiting for me out there and it wont find me if Im trapped here towering above it all.