Vander's DANCE

Blue Dress

I speed up my pace so I can reach the people inside or whoever is in there, hopefully it's not yet time to go home for the people inside. Breathlessly, I firmly fixed my feet on the floor, observing the castle once more. Instead of a well kept castle, the vegetation is covering the once squeaky-clean castle. Making it more old and uncanny. But the sight of it isn't a problem for me now to worry. There's a headless man following me behind, whispers and weird noises I cannot comprehend. I am panicking and I feel tired and I want to go home and there's no other options around that I can choose from. I stand before the two big castle's main doors and the music still plays inside, a big aid to my growing anxiety. I heave a sigh, regarding the doors before me. The forty-two feet tall doors, I assume, are the only ones, confining the help I need inside. Earning the courage to open up the doors before me, I breathe in enough air, filling up my lungs, over and over again more than necessary I think, I feel like I'll suffocate from breathing. I place a hand on the metal doors, sliding my hand on it, feeling every part my hand's could touch. My soul seeks for it, eager to enter and see whatever is hidden behind these doors. What am I thinking?, I confusingly ask myself.
'What is this need? ' I whisper

Finally, The courage I just earned push me to open the doors. Shockingly, the doors are open.
'Of course visitors are still inside' I remind myself. The music stops the moment my right foot touches the marble floors. I hear nothing but the ticking of the wall clock, moving its hands at its regular intervals.

'Hello?' I whisper-shout. But no one answers.

'Hello?' I repeat, making it a little louder for someone to hear it but still nobody answers. A growl from the outside resounds, making me panic again. I start to move inside to find any visitors strolling around. But there are no footsteps nor voices inside. I look around to observe the paintings I've seen before, but sadly not a single painting is at its finest. All but fading paintings and broken frames. The growl resounds, making me move futher closer to the huge staircase of the castle, the stairway to a bigger corridor. More advanced in age but full in details. A different kind of vibe, old but beautifully done. Old-fashioned, a classic design, a work of art and I have no words to say.

'This is not how it looks like before' I comment

'Who's there?' A man asks, from the unlit corridor above

'Oh thank goodness, I thought no one was here' I answer

I step in further to find that man but my foot unexpectedly hit an opening before I can even see his face.

'Wait-no! HELP!' I bawl, but the louder I cry the deeper the hole is swallowing me whole. An endless opening leading to nowhere. It's dark and I accept my faith, whether this is a dream or not, I relax and close my eyes. Maybe when I close my eyes, thorns or snakes,  or whatever that awaits me at the very end of this hole wouldn't hurt if I close my eyes.

'ouch!' I grumble.
I slump on a floor, denoting my arrival from that endless hole. A much more livelier place I have no idea it exists. I stand up to examine but something is restricting my movement. I check my body only to see a dress covering my not so feminine form.

'Who changed me?' I ask to no one in particular. I turn around and I see my figure on the glass wall, reflecting my form.

The dress is a flowing glittering sky blue lace dress. Showing off some of my skin I only notice today.  My hair is curled up perfectly where a little crystal pin is holding my hair in place. I move around to a much more clearer reflection of myself and make sure I don't look pathetic in this beautiful dress.

'Are those heels? ' I question myself. A good 4 inches heels are covering my not so beautiful feet. Glittering just like my dress, an ocean like color, a good partner to my dress.

I feel my ears getting pulled down, a heavy object hanging down loosely, swinging freely.

'Earings' I utter a grunt. Removing one after the other.

'oh my why are you removing it?' asks a man behind me. I startle, turning around to face the owner of the voice

'It looks good on you' he stares, regarding my figure.

Should I take that as a compliment, I remove my hand from my ears, leaving one earing still dangling.

I take a step backward, keeping my distance away from the stranger.

He looks good. Fine. Incredulously Handsome. A deep grey eyes, and his hair is something I have never seen before. Not brown, not silver either but a silvery silky brown locks hug his breathtaking form. His mullet suits him well too. He wears a garment that fits closely at his neck and that hangs loosely over his  shoulders. A cape. He wears no other color but white. A golden shoulder strap adds to his princely state. If he isn't a prince then I assume from what I'm seeing, he belongs to a noble family.

I step a little further away from him. Scared, that he might overshadow my little hope that at least tonight I look a little less ugly.

He steps further, closer to my form. He looks confuse but still I couldn't figure out what hides behind those eyes.

'No! Stop!' He bays, running closer, grappling me. Pulling me and excluding the space between us.

I look over my shoulder and see an eight feet drop from the balcony we are currently standing to the floors below us. Where a flowing fine wine is decorating the place.

'Hooo, that's not a good fall' He speaks, smiling my way.

'I guess I deserve a dance, don't I?' He grins, taking me with him.