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Sarah slipped into her long silky nightgown. She had thought it a silly purchase on her part, because what is the point in having a sexy night gown without someone to wear it for. It was long, silk, and black, what every women needs to impress her man. Of course Sarah didn't have a man, she would dream of a mysterious stranger with wild blonde hair and crazy eyes. She knew he wasn't real, if he was he would have come when she called. The others came, but never him. Sometimes she would think she saw a barn owl, but would dismiss it as just a simple wild animal. She knew she would never see him again, the magic of that time was gone, and her childhood was gone.
She looked at her room; it was so different from the one she grew up in. That one was happy, the colors were light, and this one was dark and almost gothic with its colors and antique furniture. The rent was expensive, but it was worth it, she had a set of French doors and an amazing view. There was one piece that made the room perfect though and that was the full length mirror. Sarah didn't know where it was originally from, but she found it in a small antique shop and had to have it. It seemed magically and when she ran her fingers along the engraving she felt almost a spark, electricity, this mirror was special; she had yet to learn just how special it was….
Jareth sat on his throne in the underground, he was thinking about her. He could not figure out why this one mortal consumed his thoughts so and why he would dream of her at night and the way he held her in his arms that time they danced in bubble. Her memory haunted him and no other woman could seem to make him forget this simple and beautiful mortal girl…woman. She was grown now and he wondered how she looked and the ways that she would have filled out. He just knew that she had to be even more beautiful than he could even imagine. Jareth wished to look in on her, but alas he lacked the powers, the only time he could see her was in his dreams, and that was how she once looked, not showing the ways in which she had grown.