Road to Nowhere
Helena and Valentine act like goobers where they think no one can see them. The Princess (it's better than Anti-Helena) is watching them and contemplating their stupidity... or maybe lack thereof. It's actually a very, very, very, very light angst.
The Princess looked through her mirror at the two humans, almost sneering in disgust (she would if she had the ability to). She was looking down on them from a slight angle; they were small from her viewpoint, but she could still see the joyous smiles on their faces as they danced to whatever song was coming from the hastily scribbling boom box Helena had brought with her.
The two locked arms and spun around each other, taking high steps and laughing. The Princess leaned back from the mirror and rubbed her forehead. She couldn't believe she actually envied that girl. She was a total imbecile. Acting like that with another person. She'd done her a favor replacing her in her world. As least she knew how to act dignified.
She leaned back in to watch the two again. They had been joined in their ridiculous dance by a sphinx, who was happily stomping his front feet in time with the music. She guessed so, anyway. She couldn't hear the music.
Valentine fell over after tripping on his robe, which produced a choke of a chuckle from The Princess. Helena and the sphinx laughed heartily. Well, at least the imbeciles knew how to laugh at those less fortunate.
Then the two took Valentine by the arms and pulled him back up. He brushed himself off and shook himself awake, saying something The Princess couldn't make out.
Helena poked the boom box, and the three started dancing again, swinging their hips in a ridiculous fashion in time. Valentine even started moving his feet in a tap-dancing fashion. Helena tried to copy her friend and found up nearly flattening the sphinx. The idiot Valentine laughed at her, lifting her back onto her feet at the same time.
The Princess stepped away from the mirror again, retreating into the cold darkness of her room. She sat daintily on her bed and sighed. She almost felt sorry for the trio. Dancing about all by themselves in the middle of nowhere, making fools of themselves, laughing at each other-
It flitted through her mind before she could stop it. I wish I could join them.
She shattered her mirror. She needed ice cream.
A little piece inspired by the Talking Heads.