Lucid Waking

Beauty and the Bride

            He watched her slowly move across the floor. Her dress was low cut and strapless, her skirt reached down to the floor in a train, but she wasn’t beautiful. Her make up did a poor job trying to convey the beauty within that did not shine through her face. She reminded him of a bean pole and he turn in disappointment. This was his bride.
            Luckily she hadn’t seen him and he hoped he could avoid her for the rest of the night. It was rude to hide from her and her family, so he went about looking for a dance partner. When he was forced outside to hide, he bumped into another girl. She was beautiful and was very surprised to see him outside. She laughed and allowed him to dance with her. She knew how to dance, but suppressed it as he led. They spun in and out of the other dancers on the dance floor during every song. He didn’t notice his bride see him and leave to the courtyard sobbing. Neither did the beauty. At the end of the evening they snuck off to whisper sweet nothings to each other until dawn. And then he was back in reality and stuck with the Bride instead of the Beauty.

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