She did not require much notice for her travels.
Her bags were packed. All papers drawn. There was enough of any currency she needed.
More than enough of
All the hopes.
Distance was not an issue. Time, however, sometimes was. And space.
There wasn’t always sufficient space.
To take the journey.
To as much as a step
Still, the need persisted.
It had to. For she was, in many ways,
In her own mind.
From the galaxy of dreams,
That could in a drop of a hat,
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Galaxy in 92 words