UNTITLED
Anon

War is a disaster.A disaster that leaves people feeling alone. It leaves people with only their thoughts for company.

.....

The princess woke that morning with a feeling of hope. Such a repetitive hope, however. She wanted to find someone. Living alone in a kingdom was killing her inside. She wanted to find anyone. She stretched as she began to fully awaken, unravelling her body like the flick of a scorpians tail in slow motion (documentary style). Gradually, she stood. A beautiful princess.

"I am the most beautiful girl in the kingdom," she exclaimed. "Ha! Even if i am the only one, it still counts..." She looks at herself in the mirror. "Doesn't it?" She stood there grinning at herself for a few moments, until she recalled last night's dream.

It has been her only dream for as long as she can remember.A young prince, rescuing her from the lonely life she lived. A dream she wished would come true.

Lately, the princess had not felt alone in her dreams. They were no longer static. Not like a video being put on pause. There were reactions, and people moved, and they talked, and they related.Her prince loved her back. He took her hand in those meadows. He played a song as she lay on that piano with her long flowing red dress sexing the air. He cried as she slept, there, beside him, so beautiful on the bed.

She no longer walked throughout the flowers herself. She no longer lay on the piano, waiting, and wishing that someone would play a tune for her. She no longer felt alone when she slept.

The princess did not feel alone. She wanted to sleep forever.

.....

The prince woke that morning. He rose from his bed; his hair spiky from a restless night, his eyes were puffy, yet they still retained that perfectness with he had purely perfected. He woke feeling sad. He had dreamt again. That same dream.The one of her: a princess. A princess, who slept in a bed with him, a princess he walked with until sundown, a princess he played the piano for.. A princess that made him no longer feel alone. He wanted to be with her, he already knew he loved her.

.....

The prince and princess left their palaces that day. They left their kingdoms, too. They travelled, and travelled and once more, travelled. Finding nothing. Discovering nobody. They lived through the day to sleep again. To dream of their love.

A prince waiting to dream of his princess.

A princess waiting to dream of her prince.

[fairytales]