prompt: "just a dream"

She holds the piece of paper within her hands, the touch trembling as the fingernails scratch into tired skin; Narcissa is flower-pretty and thorn-sharp, and as she closes the book, she vows never to fall in love again. There are footprints within the hardwood flooring, sounds of banged pots in the distance and the speakers are near to her ears where everything goes by in a flash, vows broken in the midst of laughter and ecstasy. It is not real though, merely just a dream, yet Narcissa wishes to hold on to these moments, and for a moment, she is five again.

a/n: a series of narcissa-centric vignettes. giving prompts would be nice, :)