My name is Rapunzel. I live in the tower. Nothing fancy,
but no point in complaining. After all, who is to notice
that the cheap wallpaper has long since stopped pretending
to compete with the landscape? And nothing could be more
intimidating than an excess of free time and bottles
of anti-dandruff shampoo in a vanity cabinet.
My name is Rapunzel. I live in the tower. I will wait here
until you finally give up on that ridiculous urge to jerk my hair
or the absurd idea that I need to be saved, whichever comes first.
My name is Rapunzel, the tower you crave.