The Confusion.

Reads: 165  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
I seem to write small pieces..and get stuck. A girl wakes in a strange room with a new appearance.

Submitted: January 13, 2011

A A A | A A A

Submitted: January 13, 2011

A A A

A A A


I awoke, on a massive canopy bed. Large, black marble pillars, dressed by crimson curtains. The bedding was black, gold and crimson. Velvety, absurdly soft. The curtains around the bed were closed. I didn’t recognize this bed. This was not the simple, queen sized mattress in my bedroom at home. I got up very slowly and moved the curtains. The room was large with vaulted, decorative ceilings. It had a Victorian touch to it. It was breath taking, the room of my dreams. A gorgeous black vanity sat against the wall. I walked to the small stool placed in front of it and sat down. When I saw my reflection, I gasped. Who was the girl in the mirror, staring back at me? Her hair was white blonde, delicately waving down to her waist in slight curls. Her skin was white as snow, eyes as bright as the sun and as blue as the sky. Her perfect, shapely lips in a slight pout. High cheek bones, long, European like eyelids, complete with lovely arched eye brows. This face, this glorious, breath taking face, was all complete with a set of perfect, white teeth. She resembled me a little, just MUCH prettier. I touched my cheek, she did the same. I stood. Her body was glorious. The type of body that made any other girl in the room shake with envy. Curves, in all the right places. Busty, a flat tummy that swooped inward at the sides, curved hips and thighs, long legs. There was something beautiful about her arms, long and glimmering. Her hands were small and soft, like those of a pianist. This girl, this goddess...was me. At the moment, I didn’t care to ask myself how or why, I just looked at myself in utter awe. I smiled. Continuously touching my hair, my perfect skin, and my curves. I was dressed in a light, ivory dress. Lacey and flowy, corset like in the back. In the distance I could hear a piano being played. Should I leave this room, or stay..? I simply couldn’t stay here the rest of my life, especially looking like this! I tip toed out the door and down a grand staircase. In the family room I could see a white grand piano, and a young man playing it. He turned around and smiled a smile that melted my heart. “Finally awake, my darling. Look how stunning you are...”


© Copyright 2018 BrooklynnX. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Booksie 2018 Poetry Contest

Booksie Popular Content

Other Content by BrooklynnX

Seperate

Short Story / Young Adult

The House. The boy. The End.

Short Story / Young Adult

The Confusion.

Short Story / Young Adult

Popular Tags