Wind upon my face, and in my ears
the roar
and my hands gripping a horn.
The air smells fresh and sweet
with notes of barbecue —
a scent from long ago.

If I open my eyes I see the clouds
zipping by
A refreshing mist. Clean water.
And the hills rolling past far below.

The dragon flaps its wings
another push to freedom.

But then a different roar
reaches my ears
a different slap on my cheek.

And I wake
behind drab walls
again
in her clutches.