When Sarah finally awoke, she was unsure of where she was or how she got there. She wondered why her surroundings were strange, and then she remembered what had happened, what she'd seen. Was it a dream? A glorious dream that she had left behind her dreary life and come back? She was afraid to open her eyes, for fear of what she would – or wouldn't – see when she did. She laid there for a moment before she couldn't stand not knowing and opened her eyes. What she saw was definitely not her bedroom: She was in a huge extravagant bed with satin sheets.. Only a -little- different from her own, she thought sarcastically. She took in the large chamber, which was rather dark save for a few scattered candles. And beside the bed....
She gasped and almost felt ready to faint again. Beside the bed, slouched over in a chair and fast asleep, was the Goblin King. He looked exhausted, and there were bags under his eyes, but to Sarah, he was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She reached out a hand to touch him; she wanted to be sure this wasn't just a dream. But she hesitated and yanked her arm back as if she'd been burned. What if it IS a dream?, She thought. This has to be too good to be true...
As her thoughts swirled and spun, she sunk down into a heap on the bed. She was certain it was a dream, some cruel dream to torment her of the life she had denied herself when she denied him. He had loved her, she was so certain..she'd seen the look in his eyes, and the heartbreak when she said the Words. Now she was dreaming it, as she'd dreamed it many times before, the way she wanted it to be but knew she'd never be able to have. She buried her head in her arms and started to cry. Why did her dreams torment her? Maybe it was a side effect of the pills she took. No, she told herself, it was her own guilt. She had thrown away life and love in a world perfect for her, and now she was tormented even in her dreams by the loss of it.
Jareth was awoken by the quiet sobs coming from the bed. He quickly threw off his fatigue and sat up, looking at the girl who sat curled up on his bed, crying into her arms. His heart broke a second time to see her tears; was she was upset to be here? Or was it something else? He clung to the hope that it wasn't a hatred of him and his kingdom that summoned her tears.
He composed himself as best he could and said as softly as he could, "Ssh, don't cry.."
Sarah threw her head up and stared at him. Her face was red and streaked with her tears. She didn't speak, but burst into more tears. Jareth came to sit on the bed beside her, wrapped his arms around her and cradled her gently. "Sarah...."
She sat there numbly, feeling his touch, wondering if it was real. "Are you a dream?"
"What? Sarah, I am as real as you.."
She turned to look at him, stared at his face and held back another set of salty tears. "I've had so many dreams like this.. And in every one I woke up and was alone again.."
Jareth felt his heart jump into his throat. Could it be she returned his sentiments? But it was too early to let his hopes make the better of him. He kissed her head softly and held her close. "Sarah, my Sarah...if you will have me, I'll never leave you alone again.. And that's a promise."
She gasped and almost felt ready to faint again. Beside the bed, slouched over in a chair and fast asleep, was the Goblin King. He looked exhausted, and there were bags under his eyes, but to Sarah, he was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She reached out a hand to touch him; she wanted to be sure this wasn't just a dream. But she hesitated and yanked her arm back as if she'd been burned. What if it IS a dream?, She thought. This has to be too good to be true...
As her thoughts swirled and spun, she sunk down into a heap on the bed. She was certain it was a dream, some cruel dream to torment her of the life she had denied herself when she denied him. He had loved her, she was so certain..she'd seen the look in his eyes, and the heartbreak when she said the Words. Now she was dreaming it, as she'd dreamed it many times before, the way she wanted it to be but knew she'd never be able to have. She buried her head in her arms and started to cry. Why did her dreams torment her? Maybe it was a side effect of the pills she took. No, she told herself, it was her own guilt. She had thrown away life and love in a world perfect for her, and now she was tormented even in her dreams by the loss of it.
Jareth was awoken by the quiet sobs coming from the bed. He quickly threw off his fatigue and sat up, looking at the girl who sat curled up on his bed, crying into her arms. His heart broke a second time to see her tears; was she was upset to be here? Or was it something else? He clung to the hope that it wasn't a hatred of him and his kingdom that summoned her tears.
He composed himself as best he could and said as softly as he could, "Ssh, don't cry.."
Sarah threw her head up and stared at him. Her face was red and streaked with her tears. She didn't speak, but burst into more tears. Jareth came to sit on the bed beside her, wrapped his arms around her and cradled her gently. "Sarah...."
She sat there numbly, feeling his touch, wondering if it was real. "Are you a dream?"
"What? Sarah, I am as real as you.."
She turned to look at him, stared at his face and held back another set of salty tears. "I've had so many dreams like this.. And in every one I woke up and was alone again.."
Jareth felt his heart jump into his throat. Could it be she returned his sentiments? But it was too early to let his hopes make the better of him. He kissed her head softly and held her close. "Sarah, my Sarah...if you will have me, I'll never leave you alone again.. And that's a promise."