Disclaimer: I don't Own Labyrinth. I wish I did.
Ordinary
Such a simple word; ordinary. Eight letters, four syllables, one word. Thirteen.
Most things added up to thirteen now. Her kingdom was supposedly as great as his own after all, and her world was morphing to reflect it. Everything was changing. Even her.
Trails of glitter followed her every movement; shimmering like magic in the air.
Goblins shadowed her on the street and beckoned to her from the trees. They called her the Queen, and bowed when she passed.
Things that broke fixed themselves, and everything had a heartbeat that pounded like drums in her ears. All of her clocks grew a thirteenth hour and tonged with all the dramaticism of him.
Time always slowed down then. She could feel it in the air; it made her want to shiver and arch her spine. The feeling always made her laugh, sounding like a rumble of thunder, like bedroom laughter. Sometimes she could hear him joining in. But then sometimes she didn't. He was merely a whisper. An intangible thought from a moment sometime in a past that was unreachable now.
Now, she was merely beautiful, strange Sarah. Others didn't understand her, didn't see the things she did. Couldn't. All they saw was the ordinary when she saw far past extraordinary.
She had danced with the Fae and had partaken of their food; she no longer belonged in this world and yet was unable to leave. She was Magic and not. Something distinctly other lurked beneath the surface of her skin that in equal measure attracted and repelled everyone who happened to try and get close.
She was caught in the limbo of real and make-believe and reveled in every moment of it.
Note: This is for Drabble December, so one Drabble for each day, even though I'm not going with the Christmas theme. And on another note; I got lost today, on my way the 7-11 to get milk, and walked ten extra blocks. When it was 30 degrees. ( -1.1 degrees Celsius)