Stir crazy. The mind-numbing boredom is the only thing on my mind as I stretch my legs, an audible crack echoing around my room. It's been a while since I've gone out, a week or so. You can't tell when the only clues of time passing is the rythmatic ticking of the clock. Unceremoniously, I tumble out of bed, slivers of sunlight illuminating my bedroom, as I pull out a running set. A yawn forces itself out of my mouth as I shake my head to wake myself up. How long has it been? I can't remember the feeling of the wind combing my hair. The steady rhythm of my feet hitting the ground. The sun beating down on me. I wanted to remember, but it had simply been too long. Today I would change that fact.

It was a cloudy day, the sun peeking out through the wisps in the sky. It was oddly peaceful. A nice change from the dreary grey walls of my bedroom. I take a deep breath to soak in the smell of morning dew. The feel of heat on my face. The feel of sweet-tempered wind gently caressing my face. Then my legs took off. Left, right left, right, left, right. The simple movements making all those feelings rush back. The adrenaline pumping through my veins. The slight, yet welcome, pain of foot meeting concrete. The smell of petrichor clinging to the air after last night's rain. I couldn't get enough of this. I could keep going forever and conduct this symphony till the ends of time. Continue running for however long eternity lasts. However eternity isn't now. And eternity won't be here for a while, I realized as I neared my house after a blissful while. A pleasant hum was going through my muscles, which I knew I'd be regretting next morning but I couldn't bring myself to care. I gulped down the remnants of my water bottle, my parched throat finally quenched. I couldn't help the giddy smile that overcame my mouth as I checked my time. 24min wasn't to bad after so long. Satisfied, I walked back into my apartment. I think I'll go for a run tomorrow.

Dressed in an elegant ivory dress bearing golden accents, she followed the whispers of music that lead her to the ballroom. Allocated in the conservatory, the waltz of gowns and suits took place under the moonlight, overlooked by the stars, with a thin veil of glass between dancers and nature. The enchanting glow of candles cast everyone in mysterious shadows, only the glitter of intricate jewels on their masks distinguishing them apart. She took a wolf's hand and slipped into the march of figures for a few blissful minutes before being passed on to a fox to repeat. She blended into the delicate dip of waists, the graceful whirl of motion, and the brief pauses to exchange partners as if she'd done this a million times over. Soon the world started its dance with the music, the steps, the drizzle, the rustling of dresses until her heartbeat became one with the melody. No one knew it had been long until the first sunrays of dawn emerged from behind the trees and the birds began their song. One by one the, guests left, then the piano and violinists until it was just her, alone with the ghosts of the most blissful night of her life.