Eagle's wings

Here is a 100 word short story, which took me about two minutes to write and is based on the dream I had last night. I often dream about flying, which apparently is a good thing (or so I've read).

She flew as an eagle, caught up on the wind and engulfed in the stream of morning light, soaring high above the green fields. As a jagged peak hastened towards her, she glided gracefully over it, descending slowly towards the lush grass.

When she flew her heart soared - it seemed to draw her to a different dimension; one of boundless grace. Her flying was effortless, as if drawn by a powerful force which compelled her towards unexplored realms of adventure.

She alighted elegantly on the ground, with the knowledge that she could go anywhere; nothing could hold her back.