I woke up this morning after a not so restful night of sleep, filled with awkward dreams, and a mattress that I think is out to destroy my back. I woke up somewhat dazed and confused at my surroundings, wondering if I'd woken up in the fairyland to which I know I truly belong. I found myself in my room, half frozen as I'd kicked the blankets off and was already suffering from a fever. I got out of bed, and stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and found my face in the mirror as the sunlight hit it.
I was confused at first at my reflection, but now I liken the girl staring back at me to be a porcelain doll. My skin was fair, and entirely flawless in that glorious sunlight. And as I looked my body over I found the reflection to be true of all of me, save my left arm. Light and fair and almost unreal were the only words I could find for my skin. My eyes looked to be somewhat glazed to have the natural appearance of the glass eyes they used to use for dolls. My hair fell fluffy and messy around my face, but had a beautiful color to it.
Thinking back on it, perhaps I'm not a fairy.
I'm a doll.
And how perfect I should be made of porcelain. I'm fragile, beautiful but very fragile. Moreover I'm cold to the touch, so lifelike, but so incredibly false. Moreover, like a doll I'm unwanted. How many people outside of the elderly really keep porcelain dolls on display? How many boys...how many men really want something so weak and defenseless, so cold and so dead.
On a closing note.... I'm selfish.
And for that I'm sorry.
Evelie Harte · Tue Jan 20, 2009 @ 01:56am · 1 Comments |