The cold water piercing thru the skin of my scalp uhh how I yearn for it to end. Why must we take showers, why must we be clean all the time? It makes no sense at all I don't understand who even invented a shower. Great now the water is frezing cold and i'm dying in here. I'll get out now i suppose. My cold and damp hair is making me freeze to death why does my hair have to be so long i hate it absolutely positively 100% HATE IT.
I get into my silky white night gown which the tops are now drenched in cold water from my hair, again another reason why i hate it. The night is so cold I love it with my window wide open and the stars lighting up the sky so bright i love it. The beauty of the strokes in the wind thru my stringy laced hair. The walls potecting my house are so tall. It is sort of intoxicating to be stuck in here but alas i'm only 7 my mom won't even let me go play with the other children across the street. I must be protected for my special gifts i suppose.
I become more and more tired as the wind slides thru my soul one last time. Goodnight my beautiful stars ill see you again tomorrow night beauties. The lights dim and I rest my head on my pillow.
I feel so peaceful and light in my bed i feel like an angel a princess, even i'm as light as a feather and not a single care in the world was given.
As I slowly fall into sleep and my peaceful slumber I realize that tonight is my last night in my bed and my special gift was acting up again.
