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


Part 8

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.