Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue. Inspiration from Challenge In A Can, "Drusilla, lost, curtains"
A/N: Hope you like this itty-bitty ficlet. Sorta weird, but I like it. A thanks to my odd beta Chelle. She's the reason I don't need spell check!
She's missed the sun. She'll never tell, but she's missed the sun. She's missed the way it warmed her face. She'll never tell. The dark is hers now. She does not belong in the brilliant golden light.
The moon is hers. It croons and whispers to her and tells her its silver light is all she'll ever need. She loves her. But she's missed the sun. She's missed the warm rays that filter through the leaves in the forests that she still loves. She'll never tell.
The stars are hers. They twinkle and shine and cry out to her that they will be the only light she'll ever need. She loves them. But she's missed the sun. She's missed the sun that kissed her cheeks. She'll never tell.
The dark is hers. It envelopes her and wraps her in its cool embrace and enjoins that she needs no light. She loves it. But she's missed the sun. She's missed the way it made the lakes and the rivers shine. She'll never tell.
The only light that's hers is silver. Her light in the forest is the dark. Her cheeks are kissed by only the cool air. Her lakes and rivers reflect the moon. Her sun is always behind the curtain.
But will today be the day it comes out? Drusilla holds the tassel on the velvet curtain that's keeping out the sun. She thinks for a moment. The stars and moon beg her not to and the darkness tells her no. But the sun, the glorious, warm sun – it tells her it's missed her too.
A/N: What happened? However should I know? runs off insanely Did you like it? Did you? Did you? I don't read minds. I NEED your feedback. If you enjoyed this...well, just know that reviews inspire me...A LOT. If you thought this sucked – TELL ME SO! Either way, please review.