Chapter 1: Must be my Imagination
I began reading, sitting cross legged on my bed staring blankly at the edge worn pages of my book placed before me. My eyes scanning aimlessly over the words printed there, though I was not paying attention to their meaning nor what was going on in the story. My thoughts lie elsewhere, wandering as they always seem to do…
It started off with me just imagining myself dancing in the beautiful white dress that hung in my closet. The one that hugged my shape perfectly, to where it held fast and snug to my breasts only to flow out and open like a flower, ending right above my knees. Standing in a grand ball room, the floor cool and smooth like glass against my bare feet; gazing at the great crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling that seemed to curve and soar above my head.
As if by magic, violins began to play sweet and soft music as I began flitting across the ball room floor much more gracefully than I ever could achieve in real life. Then one by one people began to appear placed upon my ballroom floor as if they belonged there. Stopping dancing I began watching in awe as they paired up and moved together flawlessly in across the floor.
The men were dressed in clean cut suits that suited them perfectly and the women's dresses all breathtakingly beautiful. Sequins and sparkles of all sorts gleaming in the bright star light that poured into the room through the glass wall; out looking a lush and colorful garden. It couldn't get any better than this…I thought but oh, I found myself to be very wrong. Scanning the room, smiling widely at the immense beauty surrounding me, I noticed one boy, well; man would describe him better, standing alone. Somewhat discreetly the man's eyes began darting around as if looking for something or…someone.
His rapid eye movement didn't stop until landing on me of all people and he gave me a dazzling smile. Instantly my ears heated up in blush and my heart involuntarily sped up. I shot my eyes towards the glass floor, too shy to even look at the gorgeous man staring at me. I was probably just seeing things there is no way he was staring at me. Beginning to inwardly scold myself for thinking he would eve…feeling a large hand gently raise my chin, pulling my stare from my reflection in the glass floor to see the man the hand belonged to.
It was the man from across the room, my neck was craned back just to be able to see his lovely face hovering a good foot above my own. Gazing at me with that same dazzling smile I witnessed from across the room plastered on his face. Up close it and he for that matter were even more gorgeous. I felt minuscule, compared to the gorgeous, dark haired, man towering above me. My dark brown eyes met his hazel ones as his deep and alluring voice chimed in my ears.