Flying

I don't have anything going on- so I will tell a story of my own.-
She felt like she was flying. Higher than the sun and clouds, faster than the speed of light. Everything was changing. Faster than spring. But suddenly she was falling. Colors flying around her- going so fast she felt sick. This wasn't right. It was supposed to be good. Everything was going wrong. She knew it. The world knew it. It all stopped. She could hardly see. She walked through the eerie mist. Slowly at first, then at a run. There were wings on her heels. She was soaring again, though not as fast nor as high as before. Finally she reached the place she had been aiming for- the land of stories and fantasies. It was so real so perfect yet... There was darkness looming around the corner, searching for her. Always. She would be safe if she kept her head and worked. The whole world would have to help her. Dragons, vampires, werewolves, fairies, nixies, pixies, nymphs, mermaids, and thousands of other creatures. Yet she had no idea of what this danger was. But she could be safe. With all her imagination and friends. Safe.-
I feel that this story means that you have your up and down days but with a little help and imagination, you can have a good day. I think an even better title for this story is Life.