Dream ❥04
A girl sits in the middle of a room, a large fluffy white bed pushed against the wall to one side, and the sunshine from outside bathing the whole room in light.
Everywhere one looks, the room is that of a little girl who has an obviously short attention span and love for the lacy and delicate. White wardrobes stand open, their doors open, revealing their guts of row upon row of sugary sweet dresses. The little girl sits in the center of the room, surrounded by dolls, some tossed carelessly onto the ground others jammed cruelly into a box overflowing with dolls. She hums happily to herself as she strokes the hair of the doll she has in her hands but stops when a frail looking woman enters the room.
"Darling...are you still playing? The Duke is supposed to be here soon, you know." The girl looks uninterested up until she hears the title and she smiles sweetly.
"I lost track of time! I'm sorry, mother."
"That's all right, darling. Finish up and get changed. Did you want me to send a maid?"
The girl shakes her head and with a little nod, the woman takes her leave, the maid with her leaving as well. The girl goes back to her game, the tune she hums now in a much happier tone and looks as if she's about to put away her things when she pauses and stares at the doll. An odd little smile spreads onto her face and suddenly the corners of the room fade away to black. Soon the room is engulfed in black and candles appear casting enough light to light the space surrounding her.
Letting go of the doll, it rises into the air and the girl grabs one of the candles nearby playing with it in her hand, almost contemplatively before she sets it beneath the doll. In seconds it is engulfed in a huge flame, casting a shadow across her face, but not before her cute little smile has turned into a larger one of complete pleasure.
[The dream fades to black at that point, the last thing that anyone viewing the dream can see is the burning doll burning into cinders and falling to the ground in a shower of ashes.]
[Road lets out a pleased little giggle coupled with a yawn before turning over in bed]
Everywhere one looks, the room is that of a little girl who has an obviously short attention span and love for the lacy and delicate. White wardrobes stand open, their doors open, revealing their guts of row upon row of sugary sweet dresses. The little girl sits in the center of the room, surrounded by dolls, some tossed carelessly onto the ground others jammed cruelly into a box overflowing with dolls. She hums happily to herself as she strokes the hair of the doll she has in her hands but stops when a frail looking woman enters the room.
"Darling...are you still playing? The Duke is supposed to be here soon, you know." The girl looks uninterested up until she hears the title and she smiles sweetly.
"I lost track of time! I'm sorry, mother."
"That's all right, darling. Finish up and get changed. Did you want me to send a maid?"
The girl shakes her head and with a little nod, the woman takes her leave, the maid with her leaving as well. The girl goes back to her game, the tune she hums now in a much happier tone and looks as if she's about to put away her things when she pauses and stares at the doll. An odd little smile spreads onto her face and suddenly the corners of the room fade away to black. Soon the room is engulfed in black and candles appear casting enough light to light the space surrounding her.
Letting go of the doll, it rises into the air and the girl grabs one of the candles nearby playing with it in her hand, almost contemplatively before she sets it beneath the doll. In seconds it is engulfed in a huge flame, casting a shadow across her face, but not before her cute little smile has turned into a larger one of complete pleasure.
[The dream fades to black at that point, the last thing that anyone viewing the dream can see is the burning doll burning into cinders and falling to the ground in a shower of ashes.]
[Road lets out a pleased little giggle coupled with a yawn before turning over in bed]