Love Story ❤
#TheWritingProject
I lay on my bed exhausted, I turned on my boombox listening to music. I decided to hear "Love story by Indila". The song starts and I slowly drift off sleeping.
I open my eyes and see myself standing in front of a door, I look around quite lost. The door suddenly opens and I see myself entering a room. My clothes changed and I was wearing a white trumpet gown with spaghetti hands and a laced top. A guy came to me wearing a shiny black suit, he had a mask on his face, but besides that, I could see he was handsome.
He took my hand and slowly we danced to the music, it was like an evening party. The music was over, he kissed my hand leaving me alone. I tried to call him but I couldn't.
I saw myself standing alone in the room. Suddenly my gown changed to a purple ball gown, and so did the room. This time it was a big room with chandeliers...
I lay on my bed exhausted, I turned on my boombox listening to music. I decided to hear "Love story by Indila". The song starts and I slowly drift off sleeping.
I open my eyes and see myself standing in front of a door, I look around quite lost. The door suddenly opens and I see myself entering a room. My clothes changed and I was wearing a white trumpet gown with spaghetti hands and a laced top. A guy came to me wearing a shiny black suit, he had a mask on his face, but besides that, I could see he was handsome.
He took my hand and slowly we danced to the music, it was like an evening party. The music was over, he kissed my hand leaving me alone. I tried to call him but I couldn't.
I saw myself standing alone in the room. Suddenly my gown changed to a purple ball gown, and so did the room. This time it was a big room with chandeliers...