"Why is the frost cold? Why does it bite you as you step atop it? Well... life has a way of disposing of itself. Not everything can be warm and comfortable. Some things need to be cold in order to balance the state of sanity and chaos."
She awoke before the sun. The eerie dusk clinging to her visage as her heinous irises darted to the large windows that stretched to the ceiling, the glass allowing a draft to drift through the broad space. The opal curtains dancing in the heavy breeze as the morning's frost collected on the pane. She was positioned peculiarly across the mattress; her bare skin glistening in the darkness. Her locks of deep brown framed her fine face as the wisps fell to the mid of her ribcage in delicate layers. Goosebumps collected on her revealed flesh as the brisk atmosphere nipped at her skin, yet she revealed no shiver. Her breath fell from her lips as the cloud of white signified her breath was existent. Her body remained in a statue-like poise; her impassive grimace a natural tendency of her persona. She watched as the colors became shaded and more defined as the sun rose over the horizon in a light shade of golds. It was at this moment she allowed her body to stir.
She rose and allowed her feet to carry her with a malicious grace across the black walnut foundation of her room that groaned with an expensive exuberance. She stood in the washroom and allowed the warm water to flow across her frozen fingertips as her flesh screeched with the sudden temperature change. She pulled the left side bang from her face and did her make-up in a natural tone, the liner causing her demonic gaze to glisten with an intimidating sneer of detest. She allowed her locks to remain as they stood as she slipped on a pair of dark navy skinnies and a fitted t-shirt, long necklaces being draped around her neck as a shadowed belt complimented her narrow waist. On her feet she wore a pair of converse that shared the shade of her belt before exiting her room and into the extensive corridor that was the main hall of the upstairs.
The halls were defined with exquisite displays and antique arts. The distinct tick tick tick of a grandfather clock echoed in the desolate space as the air was consumed in an air of solitude. The broad halls laid a blueprint for an extensive maze as doors leading to different rooms remained on either side of each wall.
She strode around the curves of each corner and stalked down the marble staircase and into the foyer. The foyer held an air of a renaissance inspiration; columns structuring the bottom floor. The ceiling was high as a crystal chandelier hung from the eggshell drywall from a chain that resembled gold leaf. Like the upper portion of the home, the walls were lined with arts to give a clean and classy aurora. A stone statue of an impressionist artist stood in the corner as her sneakers dragged across the stone foundation. She carried herself through the broad double doors and disappeared into the autumn frost.
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