{dream} (for) 5.14.12 (written) 1.30.12

She stood in front of the window facing me. It was night, but there was a dark glow that seemed to surround her because I could see her clearly. She had an ethereal sort of presence, but it wasn't beautiful and awe-worthy; it was eerie and thin. Her long, straight, white-blond hair framed her face. She looked out of place... I tried talking with her, tried to get her to move but she wouldn't respond. I had decided I wasn't afraid, but that conviction was slowly leaving me. And now as I remember, I think she was dead.


(I know, I wrote this awhile ago, but if I want to even attempt to catch up I have to write 15 drabbles. 15! so I'm cheating and posting one I wrote awhile ago. :)