Skeleton Doll
The wonderful news filled me with glee. It made me want to dance around the room and that's exactly what I did.
The lonely skeleton sat in the corner of the room. She wore a ruby gown that flowed across her porcelain bones. The dress made3 of the finest material fit for a queen, my Queen. White lace lined precisely along the hems accented the dress nicely. A white sash tied tightly around her small waist clung the extra cloth to her petite figure.
I bowed to her, extending my arm as if she would actually reach out and take mine. I grabbed her long fingers and intertwined them with mine. Pulling her up into my arms quickly, wrapping my left arm around her slim figure; the material soft under my touch, silky almost. My right hand held hers firmly, like any gentlemen would to a gorgeous woman such as this skeleton.
In that moment, it suddenly felt like a grand violinist started to play a sweet, soothing melody. My feet moved on their own, leading the way around the room in a Viennese waltz. Twirling, the end of the dress swirled around like a rushing river. She almost looked alive again. The way the bones moved with mine, the dress swooshing with every movement, just like a living woman's would. She was alive in my mind.
She was as much alive as I, in that moment. If she had hair it would have been long, lush, and raven in color. Beautiful, simply beautiful, glowing as the light reflected off it. Beautiful; her skin would have been flawless, pale, and perfect. No one could ever amount to that beauty, not in my mind. Only this woman I danced with now would ever be beautiful in my mind, and only in my mind would she be seen this way.
Others that entered these vast walls only saw her as a skeleton that a fool has put in a dress to make a companion for himself. They would never understand what she was to me. They could never understand. She was special, not just a skeleton, a person who once I held dear. The one I saw when I looked at this heap of bones. Her figure, features were all there in front of me. This model seemed to be an exact replica of her. That was the reason she sat in the corner in the ruby dress waiting for me to pick her up and twirl her around the room.