She felt the mirror tugging her hand again. Panicking, Mia skimmed through the pages trying to find the spell she wanted before the Wizard completed the flow of magic that would pull her from this place forever.
He left again. I decide to just lay my head out the open window. The wind is constant, but rare for me to feel. I feel wrapped in something I can't see. But when the window closes, the wrapping is gone and I'm back in my so called perfect life with everything. But I don't have what I want.