Living Amid the Myths

But a poor serving wench am I, trapped in this building where I must slave away, except for the few moments like now when I can escape to the roof of the building.

Oh, these few moments of near freedom! Seeing the blue of the sky, the brightness of the sun, hearing the wind and the calls of the birds!

I stand here and dream, wishing that I was a fine lady, too, wishing that my life - just even for a day - would be one of ease and beauty. That one day a good and kind man would find me and perhaps fall in love with me.

Or at least take me away from this life of drudgery to one where life was not so hopeless.