The first time she saw her, the weakness within startled her for one, two, three seconds. The time ticking, no action. The others making a fuss over the gushing sand sticking to their oiled figures like magnets. Monitoring was limited, no one was in search. It was her, or no one.
The beautiful Sunday morning glow. Sun glaring through the sheets of fabric drooped over the glass frame. Her blooming blue eyes slowly but gradually widen as the arms stretch and brush against the side of her stomach allowing it to wobble from side to side. The deep breath signifying her existence in the chaos world.
It was as If the dream was continuing into a nightmare. A nightmare of the unthinkable. A nightmare that would devastatingly haunt, but extensively praise a creature of this earth.
She raised her head and placed two feet heavily on the floor. Her body and mind in constant fear of the days ahead. Worried about the expectations they have on her, unsure if her build and powers of...