IN THE MIDST OF NIGHT

28DEC07

1:50 AM - In The Midst Of Night
Current mood: aggravated

Under the cover of darkness, her emotions were her own, her frustrations unshared, undivided and unconquered. She'd woken from a relatively peaceful sleep to think of the pains of her past and frustrations she couldn't avoid in the present. It irritated her in a way she couldn't explain that she'd been unable to shake thoughts of love in recent days. She'd been doing so well on her own since her heart had broken nearly a year before, why should she be wanting for love now? She was healing, she could see, quite well. They hadn't been wrong when they told her all it would take was time, of course. She was a stronger, better woman than she had ever been before. She had experienced a few brief encounters of what might have been something more, perhaps, in another place, at another time. Despite knowing for certain that both chivalry and romance were hopeless creations of the mind and little else, some part of her mind clung to the concepts. She'd thought she'd found a fairy tale once upon a time, but Cinderella had taken that last bit of Happily Ever After with her to Prince Charming's castle, the selfish bitch. Clearly, the two never reproduced, as Prince Charming's bloodlines had obviously ceased to exist quite some time ago now. What was it that kept the far corners of her mind clinging to that last thread of hope? She could be the tough girl so much of the time, and so few noticed that shadow of vulnerability that followed her, rather, she thought, like an exceptionally persistant plague. At least most plagues had the mercy to put their captors to their death after a certain amount of suffering. If only she could rid herself of that last remaining bit of the curse...