A Lady In A Fancy Dress
A lady in a fancy, white dress and riding a white peacock. That’s what Ophelia sees every day in her life, she doesn’t know why.
Ophelia entered her room. She fell on her bed.
“I’m exhausted,” Ophelia groaned flopping onto the bed.
She turned towards the lady riding her peacock.
“How does your peacock glide like that?” Ophelia asked
No response, that was normal.
“Why don’t you talk?” Ophelia sulked “Come on, I don’t even know anything about you! I don’t know your name, your age, what you're doing, nothing!”
“Talk? I talk all the time,” the lady questioned.
Ophelia shrieked and fell off the bed.
“I’ve been talking all this time. I guess you don’t hear Xrëtz,” The lady sounded so gentle and angelic.
“I have so many questions!” Ophelia's eyes lit up “Let’s start off simple. What’s your name?” She asked
“My name? I thought you knew. Ophelia, I’m you,” she somehow managed to stay calm.
“Excuse me?” Ophelia looked as if she was joking.
“Yes, I am here to deliver you to your home. I had to make sure you understood me first,” she explained
Ophelia looked ridiculous. Her mouth was open as if she wanted to speak but she didn’t. She sort of looked like a fish waiting to be fed.
“You have to come home, princess,” She told her.
Ophelia’s eyes fluttered open. She rubbed her eyes.
“What a weird dream,” she said to herself.
She removed her hands from her face. She saw a lady in a white dress sitting on her windowsill, a white peacock sitting on Ophelia’s carpet.
