She’s the quiet kind of daydreamer.
With her messy bun, oversized sweatshirt, and scuffed red sneakers, she spends most of her time looking up—at the clouds, at the stars, at all the little wonders most people walk right past.
Her hands are tucked into the sleeves, like she’s holding a secret only she knows. There’s no rush in her gaze, no hurry in her pose. Just a soft, curious kind of stillness, as if she’s waiting for something magical to drift down from the sky.
This piece is made for anyone who’s ever gotten lost in their own thoughts, who’s ever looked up and let their mind wander, even just for a moment.
