I always picture my world at night, with a crescent moon hanging in the sky. The stars are brighter than you see in Kentucky, glowing gold and silver. My castle is a strange building, made of ethereal material. It’s sort of like glass panels, but a pale pink shade shines off the building, because of the reflection of the moon. It shifts in color, depending on how I want to see it. There are fields of wildflowers everywhere…in every colour imaginable.
I’m an utter book nerd, and things from books stick in my head. The idea of castles in the air came from Little Women, which I read in fifth grade. I created my own happy place, even though the “castles in the air” for Jo, Meg, etc., were their hopes, dreams, and ambitions. But, I used to envision this world whenever I felt upset, or just needed an escape from reality.