Dusk…
Posted on | April 15, 2010 | Comments Off
It wasn’t long before the joyous tunes of the day faded and the happy atmosphere dimmed with the sun. Her anxiety level rose and if it had equated to strength, she’d be the strong guy at the fair right now, taking a swing with the hammer and winning his gal a prize for slamming it straight to the top. She wasn’t certain what the origin was tonight, just that it was there and it was probably best she get it under control.
She wondered to herself what the prize would have been had she actually been at the fair. Something nice and soft, not with those little Styrofoam balls but a little bit of squish to it. Or maybe something else. She wanted a tiara. She imagined herself standing in front of the tall rusty iron gates of the asylum, suitcase in one hand, tiara propped up haphazardly on her head. They wouldn’t let her keep it inside anyway she figured. But it made for a nice parting image. (Good thing none of this was real, huh?)
She took a deep, deep breath as the pill began to calm her. She did wish she had a shape-shifting talking dog, but he belonged to GlorySt. Clair in Real Vampires Have Curves
Tomorrow she would get her hair done. What exactly she’d have done would depend on her mood at the moment she was asked which could differ from the moment prior. She knew it would be silly to even try and guess what the end result would be now, so many hours beforehand. She might even go for something totally dramatically different, or not. Who knew? Now if she had a shape-shifting talking dog, she could pretend it was a “working dog” and bring him in for an opinion during the whole process…(processess…haha)
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