I have a dress that is long and moves like its weightless. bright red and orange... the hem is made of flames and I have to move like I'm dancing to keep from burning my legs. my hair floats around my head like I'm under water. the air is dry and the sun heats my face as I look up and see a black hole in the sky. through the hole I see andother world that is all darkness and the darkness of the abyss spreads and swallows the sun. my light is gone. my fire has died and I am cold. the flames that had seemed bothersome are now missed. and I become angry. I want my happiness back. I want my light. and before I can even think it she is beside me, the kind lady with violet eyes. even in the dark I can see her. "if you want it so badly zilpha do something about it, my dear." she smiles and is gone. the smile that she had is now on my face and I raise my arms up and there is a slight hum in the air as the energy gathers around me, the energy grows,larger and larger still until under the weight of all the effort I begin to faint. I let it go and fall heavily to the ground. the darkness is gone. I turn my face up to the sky and the sun warms my face again and it is more precious to me now because I have made my own light. my sun. the dress of flames is a blaze and the dance continues.
