AN: I decided that I needed to do something to cheer me up, so I made another post. Yay! This chapter is a bit on the short side, but the next one is a little longer. Sometimes it doesn't seem right to cram a lot of information into one very large post, so I'm just giving a bit here and there. Hope you enjoy this next installment. And please, don't forget to review.
Sarah opened her eyes to the rising sun. She had slept solidly causing her to be disoriented as she sat up. And when she looked around the room, a scream rose in her throat. It couldn't be! Everything that she had thrown out the night before was back in it's place. The room was spotless, just like it had been when she first entered.
She could not stop her screams as her mind tried to split from reality. Sarah turned around in her bed and buried her head in the pillow laying there. She was losing all that she had been able to hang onto, and she knew that Jareth was laughing at her. She could hear it now, even with the goose-down surrounding her head. It was almost like he was standing beside her bed. And if fact, he was.
"Sarah, stop that infernal screaming at once." Jareth scolded. Sarah sat up in the bed with quite a rush. She held the pillow in front of her body, almost as a shield, and stared unbelievingly at him. Her mouth snapped shut by his sudden arrival, and he seemed pleased by this. "Now isn't that better? Why all the shouting, little one?"
His condescending tone loosened her tongue, and she replied, "Why do you enjoy reminding me of what I lost? I am not a little girl anymore!"
"You surely have the temper of one." Jareth chided, and then asked her, "How have I reminded you of your miserable past?"
"The room..." Sarah said, and trailed off. She looked around the room again, and it was not the same. In the few seconds that she had hid her head in the pillow, all of her childhood memories had disappeared and been replaced. "What have you done?"
"I've only done what you wanted. Does this not suit you now?" Jareth asked, raising his hands to refer to the new decor. "I told you before, Sarah, I am generous."
Sarah wanted to give a sharp comment back, but she could not. The room was perfect for her, and for once, she felt at home. The room was filled with a stately elegance, but at the same time showed simplicity. Jareth could never had devised this on his own.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Sarah asked, staring at her new surroundings.
"Oh, come on. You know the answer to that one. It is because you wish it." Jareth said, leaving the side of her bed and walking towards the doors. "You would do yourself good to clean up and get changed out of those ridiculous clothes. Breakfast will be served when you come down to the banquet hall."
"But what..." Sarah started, questions trying to jump out of her mouth at the same time, but luckily, Jareth answered all of them in a few simple words.
"Everything is here, Sarah. If you wanted it, you have it. Simple as that. Now, don't make me wait forever." Jareth said, and left Sarah's room. She slipped out of her bed cautiously, and inspected the room closer.
It was larger than last night, and now there was an adjoining bath to the room. Sarah sighed as she drew herself a warm bath. If she was going to be stuck here, she might as well get used to her surroundings.
After her bath, Sarah found a dressing robe that fit her perfectly, laying on a chair beside the bath. She did not remember it being there before, but she used it gratefully. Walking back into her room, she found that her old clothes were missing. Her favorite pair of jeans and shirt were nowhere to be found.
This was Jareth's doing, Sarah thought. She sighed and headed for what she assumed to be her new closet, and when she opened the door, she caught her breath. The closet was lined with decadent clothing. Sarah pushed the hangers aside and search through them all, only realizing when she met the end of the bar that they were all dresses. Jareth's doing again?
Shoving the thought from her mind, she picked out the simplest dress she could find and quickly slipped into it. Sarah leaned down to inspect the bottom of the closet for a pair of shoes when a voice startled her from behind.
"Lookin for these?" Asked a squeaky voice. Sarah spun around and fell to the ground from her crouched position. A goblin stood behind her, and offering a pair of shoes to her.
"Yes...yes, I was." Sarah said, gulping from her fright. The goblin laughed and tossed the shoes at her.
"The Goblin King is waiting!" The goblin announced. "Follow me!"
The goblin gave the orders with such emphasis that Sarah could not help but to laugh. She slid on the shoes, and ventured after the little creature. When she stepped foot outside of her room, the impact of where she was hit her again. The hallway made her room seem like a paradise, and Sarah's earlier cheer vanished as she made her way to the Banquet Hall, and Jareth.