She has waited all day for night. To be anything again, free from the sunlight that requires she have one definite form. Now, the aubergine sky outside her window invites her to become a breeze. So she does.
          Then she’s off, sweeping across fields and through forests, whirling by owls and bats on the wing, stroking the occasional bobcat and grazing the ears of a fox…
          Her sheets are billowing when she wakes up. She’s forgotten to change back! She can’t go to school, not like this. So her mom makes two phone calls, then gets the kite.