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