Nora’s fingers dig into dirt as she types on plastic keys.
The hum of the office recedes as she pushes up the mountain, her shoulders aching from the strain of climbing so high while sitting still. No one else sees the effort it takes to be in two places at once.
Never truly here, and never truly there.
Sharp branches scratch her skin, just like disappointed glances from the non-dreamers who will never understand.
She breaks the tree line, smiling in her heart as the sun hits her face.
Her head is in the clouds, her feet in sensible shoes.