"Wake up… wake up…" a tiny voice in the corner of a room.
Fear, anxiety and… pain?
The delicious whisper of satin.
A flash of silvery blue. Pale as the morning dew.
Wavy red-brown locks. Eyes deep and sparkling. Like emeralds.
The click of heels on stone floor.
A toned, painfully shaped body. Masculine. The smooth contours of muscle.
A head of blonde. Like golden thread.
Chest naked. Bronzed skin.
Deep breath.
Was it a dream? How can you tell?
Sweet nothings, whispers in a girl's ear. Fear.
The hope of an impossible escape.
Unless she could just wake up.
Jareth. A smirk. An evil look.
He picks her up. Is she naught but a featherweight?
"Wake up… wake up…"
But the mind is still asleep.
The flash of mirrored glass.
If she could get to that mirror, she'd wake up.
The padding of bare feet.
A race against him, but can she win?
Indeed! She nears it.
The smash of glass; shards fall like crystals.
Her mind awakens.
She is in her bed. Safe…
Or is she?