1. Cinderella.
drip, drip, drip
What is that sound? Did someone leave the tap on? Is there a leak somewhere?
drip, drip, drip
Maybe it's raining. It hasn't rained in a long time. She remembers one rainy day in particular, from before she planted her wishing tree under which she weeps. She remembers the smell of sweat, clinging cloth to skin, streaming down a forehead. The all-too-red blush on cheeks. Wheezing and coughing and puffing, creaking planks and a leaky roof (her father will fix it, surely).