lidia I

Erica walked across the glamorous oval shaped room with tall windows that allowed the moonlight fill the place a certain gleam. The bed, at the end of the room, looked a little bit frightening with its size but she figured: all first times are all a little bit scary. She looked to the right, a study table carved with beautiful intricate designs of what seemed like roses alive with the moonlight, and in front of it, a chair of the same design. She breathed the cold air in and stepped out of her slippers pretending it was glass, pretending that she was someone important, someone who deserved this soft red carpeted floor that brushed her feet. She rushed to the balcony on to the bed’s left slowly turned the gold painted knobs of the grand door and felt the night air drift across the room, her room, a princess’s room. She closed her eyes shut. She inhaled the scent of her cheap perfume filling her room, loving every moment of it, closing her eyes tight smiling as big as she could.

The door suddenly creaked and closed behind her. She opened her eyes with a start; she knew exactly where she was. She spun towards her groom. He is there, in his suit staring at her with hungry eyes. She closed her eyes and listened to the soul inside of her.
She called out to her mistress, her goddess, her lover.

She drops from the black clouds. Her blue eyes ablaze - it seems. It glowed. Her long fine white hair flowing from her hood like waves floating with the wind. It slapped parts of her smoothened face and perfectly shaped lips that like her eyes stood out.