Well I was moving at the speed of sound.
Head-spinning, couldn't find my way around, and
Didn't know that I was going down.
Where I've been, well it's all a blur.
What I was looking for, I'm not sure.
Too late and didn't see it coming.
And then I crashed into you,
And I went up in flames.
Could've been the death of me,
But then you breathed your breath in me.
And I crashed into you,
Like a runaway train.
You will consume me,
But I can't walk away.
Somehow, I couldn't stop myself.
I just wanted to know how it felt.
Too strong, I couldn't hold on.
Now I'm just tryin' to make some sense
Out of how and why this happened.
Where we're heading, there's just no knowing.
"Crashed" By Daughtry
My god! This man has the finest dresses I have ever seen! They are better than Victoria's dresses, from Bristol!
I quickly fingered each dresses, scanning each one that hung in neat rows.
But I stopped and found it. The dress that I was meant to wear.
It was a beautiful dove gray gown, with sleeves of blue tinted lace and silk. More lace and clear jewels decorated the bodice and skirt, giving it a simplistic, yet serene, look.
I bet Victoria would go green with envy, if she saw this dress.
I glanced back towards the entrance of the cabin, and only heard the faint sounds of the men at work.
Quickly I threw my night gown onto the wooden floor and dressed in gray/blue gown. I then stepped into a simple pair of black heeled boots, which looked much classier than the ones I wore at home.
I must say, I looked great!
I gave a playful spin around in front of the mirror, letting the skirt puff out slightly as I spun.
With that, I quickly gathered up my dirty night gown, and threw it on a small pile upon one of the lounge chairs.
I then ran back over to the mirror and picked up the comb that Shakespeare owned. I quickly unbraided my hair, and thoroughly brushed it. With that I pulled my hair back with a few simple pins, keeping my bangs out of my face. I continued to pull it up into an intricate bun upon the top of my head, allowing my hair to keep its natural curl.
But the pitter-patter of the rain drops suddenly hitting the window brought me back to the window.
The sky was already dark and I could see lightning off in the distance. It seemed so beautiful, almost dare I say…magically seeing the storm and being so high up in the air.
I rested my head against the cool window, sat I curled up on the day bed, underneath the window.
I wonder where Tristan is, and Uncle Dunstan. I nervously bit my lip, and gazed out at the ground below me. Tristan had to be safe, so did Uncle Dunstan. And in a few days, I'll be back home too. Safe and sound.