Where love never slept

Sad love deep in your eyes

Jareth replayed what had happen to Sarah over and over, was is funny to him. Or did he feel pity, well it was funny in a mean way but, he stood up from his throne and walked over to the window. He pulled for crystal balls from his waist coat and twirled them in his hand. He picked up one and below it off his hand like a snow flake, then another, then another. Then the last one, he watched as they flew up to the sky, he knew where they would go, they would go to Sarah.

Sarah laid in bed close to falling asleep, he looked at the open window and saw bubbles flew into her dark moon lit room. She tried to sit up. But her rumbling stomach kept her down, but she fought against it and reached out, her bison became blurry, the marks on her arms showed, the bandages cane off a tinny but, Sarah felt the skirt she was wearing ride up and her leggings sticking to her legs, from cold sweat. She felt her self fall off the bed and lay there. She reached up and felt the bubble rest in her hand, her bison was to blurry to make out the little display inside the Bubble. But she heard music laughter. She closed her eyes and held the bubble close to her chest,

Jareth watched out of another crystal and saw how much pain she was in. She was unconscious, and nobody but her horrible father was home. He didn't like how this man was treating his enemy and lover. Jareth stood up and with a snap of his fingers he was wearing a navy blue waist coat black pants and boots and a black shirt, his hair had grown at least two inches. He combed it back and tied it with a small black rib ion, tonight's dance was 17th century ball. And he had an idea for Sarah's dress. He knew she out grew her first one so he created a new one for her. And with that he vanished into the ball room and waited for his date.