I rose to my feet in front of her, feeling so much out of sorts I could not stand it. Out of spite I refused to show how I was feeling, I masked the feelings and gave her a smile. Leaning in I gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek "Two jokes in one night, there is hope for you Steel. I can tuck myself in, you relax and enjoy the rest of this beautiful night." the words came at nearly a whisper, with my fight to control myself.
I turned on my heel and headed for my room. It felt awkward to feel so overly tired, I chalked it up to dancing all night and shrugged it away. Entering my room I closed the door all the way and made my way in the dark to sit on the bed. I couldn't decside whether or not to light the candles, sitting in the dark was far more calming. "Where had those feelings come from, those images." I spoke softly, to no one in particular. It couldn't have been the fog could it? Fog can't find it's way into buildings, unless the door is left open, or the windows are broke. I tried my best to rationalize the thought, thinking more along the lines of fatigue and far to much wine. Certainly! That was it I am tired and far to much wine at the club. But yet I was still unsure.
I shrugged off the thought, reaching up I began to pull the pins from my hair, each one releasing the weight from my crown, until all the black curls fell from there confines. I sighed heavily and ran both my hands through the raven curls "Surely tomorrow will be a btter day. There are so many things that I need to do. Yes tomorrow will be better." I ended on that thought and rose to slip out of my dress. It fluttered quietly to the floor, I slipped out of my heels and slid gently between the satin sheets. For the first time since my father sent me away I curled into a ball, scared beyond belief and trembled. I feared something I could not see and could not fight.