Dream

Chapter 18

A pair of delicate, ocean blue eyes stares back into my own, not a single speck of emotion. Followed by, my Roman carved nose; the end perked up slightly with several smudges of dirt. As I continue, I spot dried lips; the end of the skin on the verge of peeling off. Instead of curling into a smile, it stubbornly stayed straight. Two curved lines outlined my face, meeting at the end; ending at the chin, forming an almond shape.

I bring my eyes to meet my own, staring at my reflection.

"Hello, Sara," I whispered to the other girl imprinted onto the glass surface.

"Have I changed?" I ask myself, bringing my hand to touch my empty collarbone. The cold hands press onto my warm collar. I wait as my body adjusts to the change of hand's temperature. And as it does, I slowly move my hand down; the texture of skin changing into cotton fabric. My head moves downwards along with my hand. I adjust my hand, moving it sideways and downwards until I feel it. Until I feel my own heart beat, pumping to keep me alive. It speeds up as I start to look back at the mirror, knowing what question is to be asked.

Have I changed? I asked myself, squinting in concentration. My heart is moving to a halt at the thought. That's a change.

I'm changing. I'm constantly changing.

Yesterday had I just realized I became a little stronger.

"A little more willing to..." I paused, thinking of the perfect word. "A little more authority and trust in myself," I decided.

This isn't me, but is this the self I want to become? My eyes meet my reflected ones, trying to simply understand myself. What have I become? My hands fall back to my side, as I slump my shoulders. Answering myself, I don't know.

I hopelessly walked back to my bed. I plop down, my back falling into the mattress sinking me in. I turn to look up at the ceiling.

How will I get back to the palace? Does Prince Hari know I'm gone? Does he even notice me? Do I stay here or risk to go back to the palace? What about the crown? What about me? Where could Marlee be?

I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the rush of questions.

A knock on the door interrupted the peace, bringing the scene of the ceiling to view. I immediately sit up and hop off the bed, speed-walking towards the door across the room. A piercing pain spiked through as my feet landed too hard on the floor. I bit my lips, trying to avert the pain. I inspected the wound last night, not much damage had been done. The only damage was the occasional piercing pain and potential long-lasting scar.

I stopped to a halt, a few inches from the door, fixing my hair. I patted down a few strands that were out of place while catching my breath. I took a deep breath in and reached for the knob. As I turned the knob, I let out my breath.

"Good morning." Mrs.Potts greeted, as soon as the door had been pulled.

She had a sweet aroma lingering around her, a hint of fruit fused within. It smelt like Ma's daily, morning tea. I made it every morning that it became so familiar.

"Good morning!" I chirped, energized at the smell. Just the aroma of the smell woke me up every morning.

"Looks like someone woke up on the right side of the bed," she smiled warmly. I forced a smile, silently hoping it looked genuine. I had to fake it until I make it.

Tell her, a voice nagged. Tell her about your worries.

How? I asked myself. Where do I start?

"I-" I started, thinking the rest would come naturally.

"I have so-" Mrs.Potts eyes bulged as she realized she interrupted me. "me thing-" her voice trailed off, as she stopped herself. "You had something to say?" She asked.