The calm before the storm..... *no wait, it's after*
Mar 12, 2013 4:32:43 GMT -6
Post by Jade Priyellis on Mar 12, 2013 4:32:43 GMT -6
Jade woke up with a start. He had been having the same recurring nightmare again. Jade sat upright on a bed that he did not remember lying down and going to sleep on. It was all so weird. Everything was a blur, Jade did not even know how he had managed to find himself on a bed in a semi-well-decorated room. Dazed, Jade blinked a few times, steadying his vision and clearing his eyes of the tears that would always run down his face after each of his nightmares.
Jade turned around, taking a closer look at the room around him. The room was neither small or large, more of in the middle. There was a dressing table in one corner of the room. The bed that Jade was on was in another corner of the room, with the foot end of the bed facing the dressing table. On the other side of the room was the door, with a chair and a warm, still-lit fireplace beside it. Although the room was not as grand as the one that Jade had in his home long ago, Jade could feel a sort of homeliness and warmth flood through his body. This feeling though, faded quickly, as Jade was reminded that he might never be able to find his parents and feel a true feeling of warmth and happiness ever again.
Jade looked at himself ins mirror. He was surprised by the face that stared back at him. Jade had not looked into a mirror for so long, at least a year, actually. His face had grown so much, such that Jade could not recognize it as his own anymore. The only part of his face that remained was the gold eyes that Jade had. His previously cheerful and joyous eyes were now corrupted with such a solemn look. Jade reached out with his hands and touched his face. Would his parents even be able to recognise him when he had managed to find them?
Jade turned around, taking a closer look at the room around him. The room was neither small or large, more of in the middle. There was a dressing table in one corner of the room. The bed that Jade was on was in another corner of the room, with the foot end of the bed facing the dressing table. On the other side of the room was the door, with a chair and a warm, still-lit fireplace beside it. Although the room was not as grand as the one that Jade had in his home long ago, Jade could feel a sort of homeliness and warmth flood through his body. This feeling though, faded quickly, as Jade was reminded that he might never be able to find his parents and feel a true feeling of warmth and happiness ever again.
Jade looked at himself ins mirror. He was surprised by the face that stared back at him. Jade had not looked into a mirror for so long, at least a year, actually. His face had grown so much, such that Jade could not recognize it as his own anymore. The only part of his face that remained was the gold eyes that Jade had. His previously cheerful and joyous eyes were now corrupted with such a solemn look. Jade reached out with his hands and touched his face. Would his parents even be able to recognise him when he had managed to find them?