She looked down at them from the balcony that overlooked the foyer.She saw them caressing each other, giggles, moans and groans ensued. She turned away and headed to what was her room.
She looked around the room. Intricate bottles lined the vanity table, wardrobe filled with clothes and mirrors in the most beautiful frames dotted around the room. The sunlight danced and bounced from one reflective surface to another. It made the room glisten and twinkle despite the low light of early winter. This is my room, apparently. She walked to the ceiling high window and sat at the windowsill. She stared out into the garden and drifted her gaze towards the sky. I don't belong here. She ran her finger across the glass and circled the sun that peeped through the heavy clouds. It gave out its last ray of light and disappeared as rain started to beat against the glass. She sighed.
It was a dark and rainy morning, he woke up with a start. A sliver of light cracked the grey skies and flickered for a moment. He sat up on his bed and saw Allison stir in her sleep. He swung his legs over the bed gently. He rubbed his face and stretched his spine. He sat hunched, his hands clasped and he gave a yawn. His mind was racing. She was walking in her white dress across the meadow. Her hair dancing behind her like ribbons waving the wind. Her eyes were cast down watching her steps. She stopped and turned her back to him. The dim light traced her body through her dress. She turned her head gently and over her shoulder, her eyelids flickered upwards and gazed at him with the most astounding shade of eye colour. He was taken aback and was startled by the strike of lightning. He buried his face in his hands/ Oh god, why won't she leave his mind. She's been staying in the same house for a year. Yes, she was strange, pretty but nothing compared to the girls that walked in, laid on his bed and left the house. Ever since that morning, he couldn't get her out of his mind.
He stumbled down the stairs, rubbing his eye. He tousled his head in frustration and stumbled into the kitchen.
"Hi," said a voice. He looked up in a dazed and found her standing near the sink in the same crisp white dress. Doesn't she have any other clothes besides that horrible dress. It wasn't horrible. It tighten just nicely around under her bust and the fabric just draped over her curves just so until pass her knees. She wiped her hands on the hem of her dress and stood with her hand clasped in front of her. It's was the cleanest of white. Not a stain was seen from the grass she laid on or the blood that streaked her arms the morning before.
"Hi," he croaked and coughed. I just woke up. "How do you feel today?" He walked towards the coffee machine. He clunked around, grabbing a mug before pressing the machine to grind his daily dose of caffeine.
She looked around the room. Intricate bottles lined the vanity table, wardrobe filled with clothes and mirrors in the most beautiful frames dotted around the room. The sunlight danced and bounced from one reflective surface to another. It made the room glisten and twinkle despite the low light of early winter. This is my room, apparently. She walked to the ceiling high window and sat at the windowsill. She stared out into the garden and drifted her gaze towards the sky. I don't belong here. She ran her finger across the glass and circled the sun that peeped through the heavy clouds. It gave out its last ray of light and disappeared as rain started to beat against the glass. She sighed.
It was a dark and rainy morning, he woke up with a start. A sliver of light cracked the grey skies and flickered for a moment. He sat up on his bed and saw Allison stir in her sleep. He swung his legs over the bed gently. He rubbed his face and stretched his spine. He sat hunched, his hands clasped and he gave a yawn. His mind was racing. She was walking in her white dress across the meadow. Her hair dancing behind her like ribbons waving the wind. Her eyes were cast down watching her steps. She stopped and turned her back to him. The dim light traced her body through her dress. She turned her head gently and over her shoulder, her eyelids flickered upwards and gazed at him with the most astounding shade of eye colour. He was taken aback and was startled by the strike of lightning. He buried his face in his hands/ Oh god, why won't she leave his mind. She's been staying in the same house for a year. Yes, she was strange, pretty but nothing compared to the girls that walked in, laid on his bed and left the house. Ever since that morning, he couldn't get her out of his mind.
He stumbled down the stairs, rubbing his eye. He tousled his head in frustration and stumbled into the kitchen.
"Hi," said a voice. He looked up in a dazed and found her standing near the sink in the same crisp white dress. Doesn't she have any other clothes besides that horrible dress. It wasn't horrible. It tighten just nicely around under her bust and the fabric just draped over her curves just so until pass her knees. She wiped her hands on the hem of her dress and stood with her hand clasped in front of her. It's was the cleanest of white. Not a stain was seen from the grass she laid on or the blood that streaked her arms the morning before.
"Hi," he croaked and coughed. I just woke up. "How do you feel today?" He walked towards the coffee machine. He clunked around, grabbing a mug before pressing the machine to grind his daily dose of caffeine.
