This year she turned 20, completing the first two decades of her life. She's not suppose to be that awkward, uncertain teenager anymore. She should be making her way into the world, confident of her opinions and mature with a steady mind.

Why is it then, she still feels child-like and unaffected by the workings of society.

At night she dreams of fantastical worlds, of talking trees and purple sunsets. Of beautiful birds of prey with wingspans bigger than the stain-glassed windows of any cathedral. Of beautiful kingdoms and flying machines that run on sunlight.

She wants to push them away.

But everytime she listens to music as she walks around he city, they come back to haunt her, twice as apparent. The butterflies dodge themselves between people's heads. Vines shoot from the ground and curl themselves around bus stop signs or creep along the front of office buildings.

Gravity disappears.

She stands on the white zebra crossing in the middle of the city and views the scene above her.

Businessmen float past her trying to keep their ties from flying above their ears. Office cases burst open and documents of every kind fold themselves into paper aeroplanes before launching themselves into the sky. Starbucks coffee cups loose their lids and all kinds of coffee float around like a mass of uncoordinated bubbles. Children laugh because finally things are going their way for once. Politicians, lawyers, accountants, bankers all shout words of panic, carrying faces of disbelief as they float around like helium balloons. But they are drowned out by the millions of voices rising in a crescando around the world.

Tell me....where is she going to fit?