A/N: Hey all! This would be the AUTHOR speaking. (Duh!) Welcome to my story. Heh. Well, first off, I'd just like to say thanks for reading this. I've got a total obsession over Labyrinth. Go on, ask me ANYTHING, and I'll answer it easily.

When I was little, I loved the movie. As I grew older, I loved the movie. Then, I had phase out, and didn't really care for it as much. (My 'totally idiotic' period) Then, my love for it was rekindled as I saw a kid dressed up as Jareth for Halloween. Anyway, yeah. Gotta wuff that arrogant goblin kingy-poo! On with the story!

Sarah finally lay down to sleep, and that was when the reality of her recent experiences hit her like a ton of bricks.

She peered around the room. The remains of the party that had just occurred in here were still there, the streamers, the spilled drinks, and the clumped-up bits of crazy string that had stuck and dried to the walls.

That was living proof she hadn't dreamed it all!

She –had- wished her baby brother away then gone to fetch him again through a vast Labyrinth, and she –had- completely fallen in love, then rejected, the notorious Goblin King.

Well, fudge. Why did everything just seem like a blur now? It wasn't fair! She wanted to remember it perfectly, but she just... couldn't!

She was NEVER going to get to sleep. She did have school the next day, after all, yes her heart raced, and there wasn't a chance she could even think of such a thing. Perhaps she could call in sick? No, that wouldn't work, that wicked Karen stepmother of hers would never dream of it, especially since Sarah had a huge exam the next day. On a Monday?! Sheesh, teachers were so stupid sometimes. Wait... shit! She had an EXAM the next day, and she hadn't even studied! Sarah groaned loudly, and looked over at her clock. 3:21 AM. Okay, she'd study for ten quick minutes, then back to sleep with her! ...In a moment, though. She just needed five minutes of shuteye, AND THEN she'd study...

'BZZZZT! BZZZZZT! BZZZZZZT!' Rang Sarah Williams' alarm, at about 7:05.

She leapt out of bed, swearing. She never did get around to studying. Who could? She was exhausted. Sarah, who was just slipping on her jeans, suddenly froze. That's right... the previous nights' events flooded back to her.

She peered around the room, where she distinctly remembered crazy string, streamers, etc. Nothing. What? But it had been so real! She knew that Karen would flip at her if she'd seen that mess, and she would ensure that Sarah knew that she knew about it. And what were the chances of her cleaning it while sleepwalking? She'd slept like a rock.

Sarah ran her fingers through her hair, collapsing on her bed, despite how her jeans were still only half-on. Her eyes drifted shut, and she could almost feel herself dancing with Jareth once again. That was certainly the one guilty pleasure of her entire journey. Dancing with the villain. Mm, if only...

Sarah jumped back to reality, shaking her head and zipping up her pants.

She slipped on another one of her favorite shirts: A black peasant blouse. She quickly applied some lip-gloss, and was out the door downstairs.

Karen had already fixed breakfast, and her father was seated at the table, drinking coffee and reading the paper. Karen turned around, and immediately scolded her.

"My dear, Sarah! Were you up all night? You've got monstrous bags under your eyes!"

Sarah only rolled her eyes, and helped herself to some toast. The newly found respect she thought she'd developed for her stepmother had diminished within seconds. Her father, however, just greeted Sarah with a grunt.

Sarah's mind drifted off again, and Karen's ranting of a 50 Off sale at the supermarket was warped, and didn't make any sense to her. Not that she cared, really.

Sarah was peering around a hedge, investigating a torturous roar she'd heard.

"...If only I had something to throw..." She mumbled.

"Hmm? What was that, dear?" Karen inquired.

"What?" Sarah was torn from her memory. "Oh, nothing. Just a dream I was thinking about. I think."

"Oh, alright. So anyway-" Karen started up again, but Sarah interrupted. (As always)

"Sorry, Karen. I've got to go." Sarah pecked her father on the cheek, grabbed her bag, and was out the door with a spare piece of buttered toast in her mouth.

A/N: Hope that's good for now. I'm now in the process of chapter two, and it will likely be up before you can blink. Please review!