Once Upon a Time a Princess in a Tower got Free on her Own
The swirls carved into the wood spread slowly across the walls, expanding and filling more and more space until there was hardly an inch left untouched. The floor was also covered, scratchy lines spiralling right up to the edge of the floor and into the corners where two walls met and away into the shadows and under the bed where rats scittered around during the night. One of the four walls was not a wall at all, only a huge towering book shelf, piled high with novels and comics and journals both new and old. This was the only place that had escaped the sharp glass shards and stones which had, over the years, spread the chaotic patterns across the room. There was a four poster bed pushed against one wooden wall, a lacy covering cascading down each post, hiding the mattress and its occupant from view. There was no light in the room although shadows still found a way to creep into the corners, stretching and shrinking as time passed. There was a small window high up, out of reach, almost out of sight. There was no door.
The dark figure in the bed rolled over with a sigh. The wooden frame creaked. The whole room sighed with her.