on air

i'm building a castle for my princess, or maybe it's for me. i agonize over hues, heights and depths and change my mind. she waits and hopes it will be done one day - while she still needs it. 

oh, it's a beautiful thing, in my head. i glory in the practical prettiness of it all and curtsy modestly when i'm told, time and again, that i have a talent for design. 

"oh", i say, "i don't know about that".

 in my head, my triumph makes headlines. meanwhile, she waits for me to make a start.