The sound of the alarm is ringing in your head. The shrill noise has taken over your senses. You want to wake up. You need to wake up.
You're dancing in the ballroom. And he's there beside you, his arms around your waist, dancing to the sweet tunes of the orchestra. You don't want to leave. It's the perfect night, just you and him. Nothing could be better than this.
Your legs are cold. You try to move them, but they are frozen. This bed is made of burning ice. Your back is stinging. Leaves and twigs with sharp thorns wrap around your legs, up your rigid body and threatens to choke your neck. You're dying. You don't want to die. You want to die.
The ballroom must be the prettiest room you have ever seem. The pillars are covered with intricate designs. The walls are rose tinted and the chandelier is filled with glittering diamonds. You sway under its cover, the clock strikes midnight.
The fan creaks, it could fall of any moment. Your hands are free, but your body does not support you. If only you could muster enough strength to switch it off. The noises stabs you in the head. You can't bare it. But would doing anything at this point be worth it?
The banquet is amazing. Finest dishes from quality chefs fill up the tables. You take a small portion of everything. The food warms you up inside. It is comforting. You feel sleepy, and go towards your room. You feel satisfied by today's events. The blanket is warm, the bed is soft. You quickly fall asleep.
Your eyes are wide open. Hunger eats up your insides. It feels as if the thorns have made their way inside your stomach as well. You want to end this suffering. You want to sleep forever. You look at your hands, they've gone pale. The veins pop out as if teasing your strength. Your arms feel like sticks. You cannot feel your legs. Slowly, you try to shut your eyes. The world goes black.
***
You are drowning. The water flows up your silky white dress, and your necklace is pressing against your neck. It is dark all around you. Just you, and the cold waters. It feels like a bath after the terrible night, it feels horrible after the night in the ballroom. You ended up living twice at once. You died at the same time. You want to wake up again. Now.
What could possibly happen when you wake up to a new life again? You've experienced the worst. You've experienced the best. Would life be any normal now?
***
300 years later.
You're crying in a giant white room with lights all around you. A faint mumble of human voices can be heard. You don't understand any of it. Your hands and legs are stubby and small. You don't know why you are crying. You want to know why you're crying. It frustrates you, and you try to pull your hair. But you don't have hair. You're head is a barren desert. A lady with cloth covering her hair and mouth picks you up and tries to console you. She wraps you in a towel tightly and your legs and hands are all bound together again. It reminds you of something. You don't know what.
I am describing your surroundings to you. Because....
She's born blind.
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