She dreamt of an eagle flying up towards the sky.
She dreamt of breathing in the cold air.
The sky, for her it is not something that moves your head upwards.
Since we as humans only know sky as something above our heads,
for her it is always parallel, it is just what she sees the whole time.
It is grey, freshly wet.
All the heavy noises are just noises under all these trees running around like rats.
She enjoys the grey sky.