The world came to life. She slowly turned from left to right, taking in the new sights around her. As she looked ahead, she saw the silhouettes of a railroad and behind it beautiful, soft colours of red, orange and even purple.
Her face did not change. She turned slowly and placed one foot forward and blinked. Everything changed. She grew confused.
She looked down to the ground and knelt down to pick up a bottlecap right at her feet. She twiddled it in her fingertips, increasingly interested in its bright orange colour and the skull placed so decadently in its centre. She focused on its teeth. The teeth began to grow; an overwhelming feeling began to seep into her core, consuming her, so she blinked.
She was in a carnival. At her left was a stall selling trinkets; she gracefully moved towards the rainbow bottles and began to feel each one with a light, gentle touch. She smiled. She felt the colours from the bottle entering her soul.
Feeling a sense of warmth inside unlike the bleakness from before, she stepped onto the merry-go-round next to the stall with a slight skip in her step. She drifted from horse to horse, stroking each one with care until she found one that didn’t quite fit in. They were all pure white with glistening golden manes, but this one, this one was a dirty brown. Its name was Anna, its mane was shaven, and it was far from regal.
She stood in front of Anna contemplating why she’d want such a lesser beauty and then she stopped. The glint in her eyes faded away and once again her eyes were blank, and she sat on the horse. She waited. She waited more.
As she waited the world surrounding her began to bleed. It started morphing and changing but still she remained seated, unaffected, and waited. She grew tired of this world. She reached into her bag and pulled out a purple fan. She handled it with care, stroking it slowly from side to side, then abruptly whipped it open.
She stared at it’s simple flower patterns and then as she began to fan herself, she closed her eyes once more.