Still Perfection
Kyla Murphy, Writing 12
The stale, bleached air filled the off-white vacant room. The windows were wearing white shutters. The room was barely furnished, with only a bed, a table, and a
couple of plastic chairs.
Stiff, starched sheets covered the firm mattress. A simple frame stood alone on the table across from the bed. Inside the frame was a different world: it was the world of "used to be" and "no longer".
Steam rose from the back of the brown beast. Heavy breaths and snorts came from his mouth. He stood tall and proud on his four legs; he was important and he knew it.
He was the noble steed. The unending white winter sky surrounded him. He was inside the pen, yet it could not detain him.
He was Freedom. Freedom has a risk. Freedom has a price.
A young girl dreamed of capturing that freedom. She was the heroine in her fairytale books. She was a princess and she needed a noble companion to accompany her on quests.
The princess was having a birthday party and her parents had just the right present.
Little girls in costumes and tiaras
surrounded the little princess.
They all sat at the picnic table, giggling and smiling. They were all waiting for the perfect moment to start singing in unison.
There it came as the princess' mother came out of the house with the iced white cake. The cake was served and the little girls ate until their tummies were satisfied. The princess' favourite part was next: presents.
One by one the princess opened the gifts, showing them off to others.
The girls played with the new toys and spent the day making the princess feel special. The girls went home. The day seemed to be ending. The parents had a special surprise waiting for the little princess. It was her noble steed. The little princess hugged her parents.
She reached for the giant's neck as her
father placed her on the back of the beast.
The little princess was no longer herself, but became one with the creature.
She was a majestic being that rode off into the white sky. For just this one moment of time, her world was perfect and complete, filled with pure joy. But moments can't last forever.
That perfect day was framed in a simple white border and it sat, framed perfection, on the table across from the bed.
The majestic being melted away as the little princess grew apart from her dreams.
The beast grew older too and soon
became one with the white sky.
The little princess was no longer part of her fairy tales, yet she retold them to her children. Her very own little princess was quite ill and spent many days in a simple white room with starched sheets.
A melancholy mist surrounded her world of now. She no longer felt the need to dream and lost hope for a happy ending. She did not want a forever after, but only just one simple perfect today.
