There is a castle on a cloud

Silver spires reach to the sky like human minds reach for dreams; a great golden gate admits all who knock.

I like to go there in my sleep

Filthy linens melt into the finest silks. The odor of moldering straw is no more – in its place, the soothing scent of lavender.

Aren't any floors for me to sweep

She can walk upon the clouds for miles – weightless, floating, free.

There is a room that's full of toys

Before her now is a winding tower of playthings. She dances, surrounded by vibrancy and life. But something is missing.

There is a lady all in white

Until she enters – she who can dance upon the clouds just like her daughter.

Holds me and sings a lullaby

Cosette is anchored yet flying free on the wings of a song that echoes through the clouds and among the stars.

She says, "Cosette, I love you very much."

Cosette hears so many voices, but these words alone lift her high above the screams and curses. She drifts back to Earth, imbued with the strength to live another day.

A/N: I'd love to hear your thoughts! Thanks for reading.