she sat on the shell of an extraordinarily large tortoise suspended high above the city

the people smaller than ants beneath her proved to be the source of much laughter

she daydreamed of the simple lives of those so blissfully ignorant to her plight above

the tortoise cared little for the world below and less for his burden and her laughing cries

there was an unspoken agreement betwixt the two that allowed for mutual dismissal

even if the finer details were muddled over the many centuries they spent in one another’s care

the tortoise had it’s ideas which were likely not along the lines of her own pedestrian whimsies

still the tiny people went about their lives the same as the tortoise and the woman that floated above

until the storm struck