She didn’t want three wishes
Or a fairy
Or a trip to Neverland
She didn’t want a Knight in Shining Armour
Or any other man
She didn’t need all that
Stuff
She just wanted to sit
and watch the day pass
from dawn to dusk
with absolutely no fuss
Perhaps a few in a row
maybe a week
Even longer – a month
To think
She wanted her head
to her self
And a pen
A notebook full of fresh pages
A keyboard to tap
Because
When you can write your own stories
You don’t need all that
Other
Stuff