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Floating.  Soaring in weightless space the girl is infinite.  Gossamer touches from peach clouds.  Strawberry banana sky stretches, and continues to stretch as the small girl glides in its non-existent mass.  Everything is perfect in this place.  Everything is beautiful.  The little girl is happy.  Yet slowly, ever so slowly shadow slinks into the colors, stretching its tainting tendrils far and wide.  The girl slows in her flight, until she stops completely.  At this point there are no peach clouds and the strawberry banana sky has rotted.  At this point the child begins to fall, feeling the dampness of the cold clouds encircle her.  Everything is drifting past in this place.  Everything begins to crumble and collapse.  The ground is a blackened sea, waiting to add one more morsel to its endless stomach.  She begins to near the water, tears sliding upwards as if the sky were collecting them for the upcoming storm.  Everything slows, everything stops.
Bolting upright in a soft mattress the girl stifles a scream.  She knows that if she were to make a noise her younger sister beside her wouldn't be likely to stir, but still she was never one to push limits of people.  Knowing it was only a dream does not comfort her, not like her daddy would.  Her daddy knew how to fix everything and anything.  Sliding out of the blanket nest the girl heads toward the door, trying so very hard not to make the floorboards creak.  She still didn't understand how much louder they were in the night than during day, she couldn't even hear them when she played Animals with her sister.  Not wanting that to deter her she makes it to the door, cringing only twice at her supposed loudness.
Normally on nights she had nightmares there was no light in the hall, but this single time there was.  That yellow glow one could only get from the combination of old rounded bulbs and several lit candles.  Everything was soft, but the girl knew.  She knew that waiting beyond that safe light were the shadows, that held creatures waiting for her curiosity to allow her to wander straight into their patient mouths.  But she was too smart for them, and she could always shout for her daddy to save her anyway.  Before she could enter into her daddy's bedroom she heard shouts.  She heard crying, but it was unlike any crying she had ever listened to.  There was a small crack, but the girl was petite enough that it was fit enough for her viewing purposes.
Within the room the atmosphere was cheery, bright in fact for the time of day, or rather time of night.  However the people within the room made the jovial scenery rather ironic.  There was a man with fire for hair and ice for eyes, and a woman with black satin hair and wooden irises.  They both stood, and the man's frozen eyes seemed to be melting, staining his cheeks with blotches of red.  The wooden eyes of the woman remained dry, but held enough sorrow for the both of them.  The girl realized that the crying man was her daddy and the frowning woman was her mommy.  The child didn't understand why mommy was not hugging daddy, which is what she did for her whenever she cried.  The girl didn't even know why daddy was crying.
They began to shout things in strained stage whispers.  The little girl didn't really know what they were saying; they were words she hadn't really ever heard anyone say.  But she heard her daddy say something over and over, "Why?"  Mommy just shook her head as she picked up a black bag, and left.  The woman, that girl's mommy just left.  Daddy was left standing, ruddy face contorted like the monsters the girl so feared.  Her dream no longer mattered, she wanted to leave.  To run down the hall and jump into the bed, awaking sister or not was no longer a concern.
But the scene before her was not to be missed.  Daddy stopped his tears, only to walk over to a mirror.  The mirror held the reflection of a man with fire hair and ice eyes.  At a time the mirror held the reflection of a black satin haired woman with eyes made of wood as well.  But now, well now it held a broken man with a hidden girl unnoticed by her father, her daddy.  Before she could blink daddy had grasped the mirror and threw it to the ground.  Everywhere were scattered snowflakes that would cause one to bleed onto to their new-formed hazardous snow.  Walking through them the man sat on the bed, the girl wanted to help.  But she was afraid.  Afraid of this new man, the man who broke things.  Afraid of the scattered silver slivers that have the face of that man on each and every slice.  But she knew, she knew what she had to do.
Walking into that room she went over to the man, and she hugged him.  He was still her daddy with the fire hair and ice eyes, he was still here.  He was the man who fixed things, and the man who broke them as well.  He was this girl's very own fear and admiration.  He was the enigma known as daddy, and at this moment he needed that single hug that anyone crying deserved.  After embracing him the girl went over to the thousands of new mirrors and slowly began to pick up each and every broken piece.

Description
Floating.  Soaring in weightless space the girl is infinite.  Gossamer touches from peach clouds.  Strawberry banana sky stretches, and continues to stretch as the small girl glides in its non-existent mass.  Everything is perfect in this place.  Everything is beautiful.  The little girl is happy.  Yet slowly, ever so slowly shadow slinks into the colors, stretching its tainting tendrils far and wide.  The girl slows in her flight, until she stops completely.  At this point there are no peach clouds and the strawberry banana sky has rotted.  At this point the child begins to fall, feeling the dampness of the cold clouds encircle her.  Everything is drifting past in this place.  Everything begins to crumble and collapse.  The ground is a blackened sea, waiting to add one more morsel to its endless stomach.  She begins to near the water, tears sliding upwards as if the sky were collecting them for the upcoming storm.  Everything slows, everything stops.
Bolting upright in a soft mattress the girl stifles a scream.  She knows that if she were to make a noise her younger sister beside her wouldn't be likely to stir, but still she was never one to push limits of people.  Knowing it was only a dream does not comfort her, not like her daddy would.  Her daddy knew how to fix everything and anything.  Sliding out of the blanket nest the girl heads toward the door, trying so very hard not to make the floorboards creak.  She still didn't understand how much louder they were in the night than during day, she couldn't even hear them when she played Animals with her sister.  Not wanting that to deter her she makes it to the door, cringing only twice at her supposed loudness.
Normally on nights she had nightmares there was no light in the hall, but this single time there was.  That yellow glow one could only get from the combination of old rounded bulbs and several lit candles.  Everything was soft, but the girl knew.  She knew that waiting beyond that safe light were the shadows, that held creatures waiting for her curiosity to allow her to wander straight into their patient mouths.  But she was too smart for them, and she could always shout for her daddy to save her anyway.  Before she could enter into her daddy's bedroom she heard shouts.  She heard crying, but it was unlike any crying she had ever listened to.  There was a small crack, but the girl was petite enough that it was fit enough for her viewing purposes.
Within the room the atmosphere was cheery, bright in fact for the time of day, or rather time of night.  However the people within the room made the jovial scenery rather ironic.  There was a man with fire for hair and ice for eyes, and a woman with black satin hair and wooden irises.  They both stood, and the man's frozen eyes seemed to be melting, staining his cheeks with blotches of red.  The wooden eyes of the woman remained dry, but held enough sorrow for the both of them.  The girl realized that the crying man was her daddy and the frowning woman was her mommy.  The child didn't understand why mommy was not hugging daddy, which is what she did for her whenever she cried.  The girl didn't even know why daddy was crying.
They began to shout things in strained stage whispers.  The little girl didn't really know what they were saying; they were words she hadn't really ever heard anyone say.  But she heard her daddy say something over and over, "Why?"  Mommy just shook her head as she picked up a black bag, and left.  The woman, that girl's mommy just left.  Daddy was left standing, ruddy face contorted like the monsters the girl so feared.  Her dream no longer mattered, she wanted to leave.  To run down the hall and jump into the bed, awaking sister or not was no longer a concern.
But the scene before her was not to be missed.  Daddy stopped his tears, only to walk over to a mirror.  The mirror held the reflection of a man with fire hair and ice eyes.  At a time the mirror held the reflection of a black satin haired woman with eyes made of wood as well.  But now, well now it held a broken man with a hidden girl unnoticed by her father, her daddy.  Before she could blink daddy had grasped the mirror and threw it to the ground.  Everywhere were scattered snowflakes that would cause one to bleed onto to their new-formed hazardous snow.  Walking through them the man sat on the bed, the girl wanted to help.  But she was afraid.  Afraid of this new man, the man who broke things.  Afraid of the scattered silver slivers that have the face of that man on each and every slice.  But she knew, she knew what she had to do.
Walking into that room she went over to the man, and she hugged him.  He was still her daddy with the fire hair and ice eyes, he was still here.  He was the man who fixed things, and the man who broke them as well.  He was this girl's very own fear and admiration.  He was the enigma known as daddy, and at this moment he needed that single hug that anyone crying deserved.  After embracing him the girl went over to the thousands of new mirrors and slowly began to pick up each and every broken piece.