Jareth awoke to the sound of chirping birds. He opened his eyes and stated up at his low cabin roof. A breeze blew through the open window, bringing in the smell of springtime with it. He slowly sat up, the white cotton sheet sliding from his chest. What a dream he had had!
He had been a king. And a king of goblins no less! There was a maze and...and...he couldn't remember anything after that. He sighed a swung his legs over the side of the bed, his grey pants wrinkled from sleeping in them.
He shuffled into the bathroom and looked into the mirror, half surprised to see an Englishman with short blond hair, that was, at the moment, in disarray. He ran his long slender fingers through it a few times and stared, confused, at the eyes in the mirror. They looked out from his head but they weren't his. Both of them were blue. He could have sworn that...well they were obviously his eyes. He was looking straight at himself in the mirror. That really had been some dream.
After hopping into the shower he slicked his hair back and remembered, quite suddenly, that he had to go to work. He was going to be late! He quickly dressed in a white shirt with a black vest and slacks and slipped on his shoes before hurrying out the door.
He didn't really remember where he was going till he got there. He hustled into the tiny restaurant and apologized to his boss for being late before beginning to tend to the customers who sat with there menus in front of them, ready to order.
About halfway through his shift, a rather short, portly man looked up at him after folding his menu.
"Wake up," the man said.
Jareth was confused. "Excuse me sir?" he asked in his cultured British voice.
"I said I would like a B.L.T. with fries and a coke," the man said handing his menu to Jareth. Jareth nodded, thinking himself insane, and went to get the mans order.
After a hard days work, he found himself walking to a bar with a pocket full of tips.
After sitting down at the bar and ordering a drink for himself, a girl sat down on the stool next to him. He looked her over. She was rather pretty.
"Hello there," he said smiling at her.
The girl looked over. "Did you say hello?"
Jareth nodded. "That I did. Can I get you a drink?"
She smiled back at him. "Oh, no thank you."
As she was speaking the bartender brought her a pink-colored drink with a slice of a peach stuck on the rim of the glass. She took a sip and smiled.
"Peach margarita. My favorite."
They spoke with each other for several hours. Her name was Sarah and she had just moved into the neighborhood. She was a computer programmer and worked on a book when she had the time. She had a fascination with mazes and loved puzzles. All in all she was very interesting. He asked if he could take her out to dinner some time but she told him that she was already seeing someone but would love to have a friend. He agreed that that was a good idea and that was that.
She left and he helped himself to another drink. He didn't have to work again till tomorrow night. As he was paying his tab, the bartender leaned over, a drink in his hand, and said "Open your eyes."
Jareth's brown furrowed. "What?"
The bartender smiled. "I said have a nice night."
Jareth eyed the bartender but nodded and slipped out of the bar. That was the second time today that something bizarre had happened. Maybe he should go see a doctor.
When he got home he took off his work clothes and put himself back into his wrinkled grey pants. He flipped on the T.V. and found a fantasy movie playing. He settled down among his flat pillows and blankets to watch the flick. Suddenly, one of the characters turned to him. It was a rather short man. Or rather, a dwarf, dressed in brown pants and a funny leather cap.
"Wake up Jareth!"
Jareth grabbed the remote with his shaking hands and turned off the T.V. What was going on?
He had been a king. And a king of goblins no less! There was a maze and...and...he couldn't remember anything after that. He sighed a swung his legs over the side of the bed, his grey pants wrinkled from sleeping in them.
He shuffled into the bathroom and looked into the mirror, half surprised to see an Englishman with short blond hair, that was, at the moment, in disarray. He ran his long slender fingers through it a few times and stared, confused, at the eyes in the mirror. They looked out from his head but they weren't his. Both of them were blue. He could have sworn that...well they were obviously his eyes. He was looking straight at himself in the mirror. That really had been some dream.
After hopping into the shower he slicked his hair back and remembered, quite suddenly, that he had to go to work. He was going to be late! He quickly dressed in a white shirt with a black vest and slacks and slipped on his shoes before hurrying out the door.
He didn't really remember where he was going till he got there. He hustled into the tiny restaurant and apologized to his boss for being late before beginning to tend to the customers who sat with there menus in front of them, ready to order.
About halfway through his shift, a rather short, portly man looked up at him after folding his menu.
"Wake up," the man said.
Jareth was confused. "Excuse me sir?" he asked in his cultured British voice.
"I said I would like a B.L.T. with fries and a coke," the man said handing his menu to Jareth. Jareth nodded, thinking himself insane, and went to get the mans order.
After a hard days work, he found himself walking to a bar with a pocket full of tips.
After sitting down at the bar and ordering a drink for himself, a girl sat down on the stool next to him. He looked her over. She was rather pretty.
"Hello there," he said smiling at her.
The girl looked over. "Did you say hello?"
Jareth nodded. "That I did. Can I get you a drink?"
She smiled back at him. "Oh, no thank you."
As she was speaking the bartender brought her a pink-colored drink with a slice of a peach stuck on the rim of the glass. She took a sip and smiled.
"Peach margarita. My favorite."
They spoke with each other for several hours. Her name was Sarah and she had just moved into the neighborhood. She was a computer programmer and worked on a book when she had the time. She had a fascination with mazes and loved puzzles. All in all she was very interesting. He asked if he could take her out to dinner some time but she told him that she was already seeing someone but would love to have a friend. He agreed that that was a good idea and that was that.
She left and he helped himself to another drink. He didn't have to work again till tomorrow night. As he was paying his tab, the bartender leaned over, a drink in his hand, and said "Open your eyes."
Jareth's brown furrowed. "What?"
The bartender smiled. "I said have a nice night."
Jareth eyed the bartender but nodded and slipped out of the bar. That was the second time today that something bizarre had happened. Maybe he should go see a doctor.
When he got home he took off his work clothes and put himself back into his wrinkled grey pants. He flipped on the T.V. and found a fantasy movie playing. He settled down among his flat pillows and blankets to watch the flick. Suddenly, one of the characters turned to him. It was a rather short man. Or rather, a dwarf, dressed in brown pants and a funny leather cap.
"Wake up Jareth!"
Jareth grabbed the remote with his shaking hands and turned off the T.V. What was going on?