She never dreamed she would grow old.
She felt young even today.
And in her heart of hearts, she certainly was.
She sat pondering this in that great big old house, that once was a home to everyone in her family...
Now, she lived in it alone.
Everyone in the small village thought she was alone.
But, she wasn't.
She still skipped about, as if she were a girl of 12 -
And would run through the open pasture out back, and into the woods to her secret hiding place...
Everything felt to her, as cozy as cozy could be.
As beautiful as beautiful could be.
At night, when it was time for bed, someone else led the way up the rickety staircase...
And never ever did she feel alone.
Not even for a day.