Sommeil de Beauté

The bath tub was filled with hot water, accompanied by some lavender essence mixed with some vanilla scents making the water smell sweet. The smell wafted in the bathroom, the moonlight gleams in the dimmed room. Water splashed, Eclair put her feet inside. Next was her whole body, having a hot bath after the accident was nice. She relaxed her body and let herself sink within the euphoria.

Slowly she began to lower her body until the water reached her small shoulders. She closed her eyes, and recalled what had just happened when she was at the ball. The fence that was on the balcony was quite short after all, only around her mid calves or so. The thought of him lures her in mind, she blushes when he thinks about him. But she knows it is wrong to do so, it is a sin. Corsets really are a pain in the neck, if she wasn't to wear one of those this wouldn't happen. She was thankful that she was saved though.

She straightened her body proportion and dipped her face in the hot water, heat travelled quickly to her face. Which burnt her face a bit, once she was fine. She put up her head and covered her face with her hands with the thought of being CPR mouth-to-mouth by him. 'Why am I like this, dear lord!' she shakes her head abruptly.

"Madame, please don't be too long. You need to go to bed early." A maid shouted from outside of the door. "Yes! I'll be there quickly!" Eclair stood up from the bathtub and got out of it. Slowly to make sure she doesn't slip. "Okay, I am done." The door creaked open, a maid entered with a night gown on her hand. She immediately dries Eclair who was partially wet, gently caressing her long, lush shiny chocolate locks.

The maid took a fluffy cushion puff from its storage and began to powder up all her body. It laid a sweet, gentle smell on Eclair. Once done, both proceed to go to Eclair's bedroom with the maid following from behind her. Entering the warm room, Eclair laid herself in front of the mirror to brush her hair. Her extremely long hair which landed on her knee was carefully combed. The maid was preparing Eclair's bed and putting in the hot pan to keep her feet warm all through the cold night; after all, she fell into a pond too.

"You look wonderful, Madame. The bed is ready." The maid's voice ranged at Eclair's left ear. She was smiling seeing Eclair who was home safely. Eclair felt amused by the compliment who was given by the maid. Though the maid was almost the same age as hers, she still acts more mature like an old woman who has lived for a long time. "You may leave now, Sophie. Thank you and goodnight." The maid bowed her head to Eclair, and left her.

Eclair let out a heavy sigh right after the maid closed the door. She casually walks towards her warm bed and swiftly covers herself in the thick, cosy blanket. She still can feel the cold water from the pond touching her skin when she was out of it. She stares at her dirty pink bed's roof, she was still thinking about that man. His black-jet locks a few centimetres away from her, dazing. She knocked out from such thought and smacked her face softly. 'Whatever you are thinking, Stop it!"

Feeling restless, Eclair moves around to find her comfortable spot. Finally she found it. Staying still, her half-closed eyes were staring at the lamp that was still turned on. She quickly elevated her hand to switch it off. Turned off, darkness fell into the room only some tinted moonlight beams from the see-through curtains lighted the room. Her heavy eyes finally closed, slowly sinking in the comfortableness of the blanket. She finally fell into a deep sleep.

Wheezing, panting – she couldn't breathe. Falling off the edge, drowning. No one is coming to save her, no one. She ripped off her dress, finally freed from the burden of it. She tried to swim upwards, but she couldn't. Hands, hundreds of them. Pulling her back to the void, her mind was screaming. She was screaming, but no one were be able to hear her. Slowly, the hands dragged her down. Slowly, she was losing her breath. Slowly, she was dying. Éclair woke up from her nightmare, the sun almost rising. Her heartbeat was irrational, it was just a dream. A dream.