with the rustling of books, the shine of the daylight, and the dust circled around the oldest of objects. ladders creaked, pages turned.
in the only world of where nothing matters, only the princess with a priceless smile and words could describe it to you. there was no euphoria. euphoria was a nice way to say it.
it was more of a temporary sense of blithe. it wasn't strong, but it was enough to distract ones mind from the problems more important.
the sky's oil-pastel drawing of yellow to pink, orange to blue, a faint humming from one most talented sang. it was drifting slowly from her, but it wasn't really enough to bring her back.
to believe in the clouds moving with you, moving with time; move with the divine. the sun and moon dance from time to time, wondering when they'll meet again.
the long, faint waves of her hair colored in the sun's artistic masterpiece, flew with the wind flying in through the canopy window. the curtains drew towards her, but all she thought about was her own life in her head. to separate herself from reality and just relax.
the books slowly stopped turning, and the ladders stopped creaking with the weight of others put onto it. the rustling of loose paper finally relaxed, as if they knew that the moon had soon arrived.
everything went quiet, including the breathing of the girl. she was so caught up in her own thoughts and her own system she'd been lost in her feelings, specifically her feeling of jovial inside her head. her faint smile soon grew and grew as she kept thinking.
her quill lifted from the paper, showing every word she'd ever thought of in her head. it's like she was writing a story, but unintentionally and writing a story which could bring her useless, lost talent back to life.
she stood up, looking down at the paper, then the moon.
paper, moon.
moon, paper.
but it didn't matter anymore. she knew that her paper-white daydream had already took its toll, and it'd be severely unnecessary to not let it fully work its magic.
she was like a forever sleeping princess, except she was awake, aware. breathing, blinking, talking, singing, dancing.
dancing, singing, talking, blinking, breathing.
she was unaware she was alive anymore, and her duties or problems didn't matter anymore. all she had to do was daydream the day away.
a princesses paper-white daydream, she called it.
but it had a sense of comfort to it so warm, it didn't need a name.
it was simply just an empty canvas still, but she'd imagined it already and stuck in a new life in her head where the canvas and herself both have color to their lives.
the quill fell down to the ground, and so did the ink, spilling down from the table, soaking the written-on paper in a black puddle. oh how the girl in her thoughts, her strange aura and captivating voice alluring her. their long, red, silky hair.
she walked over to her canopy, staring into the distance as she continued her conscious slumber.
breathing, talking, singing.
breathing, talking.
breathing.
silent.
that's what someone would call
a princesses paper-white daydream.
© zeldah ♡, made with love.