Claire Organa
Contessa CEO
The view from my apartment in Crevasse City is stunning at night. You can look up and see nothing but a sea of stars that remind me of how I am but a single person in such a large galaxy.
*sigh* I'm not sure where to go or what to do next. The furniture on the balcony looks lonely tonight solitary chairs tucked under the edge of the table. I can't remember how many times I've used that table. I can remember looking for the furniture though it took weeks to find had to be just the right color just the right materials.
The deep green balcony furniture matched the garden setting. Anyone looking at my apartment would think I"m a neat freak the truth is worse than that though. Truth is I'm not here enough to use it.
A soft breeze comes across the desert ruffling the dust and giving birth to the sand devils to twist across the cooling sands. The heat of the day is slowly draining away and silence begins to crawl across the lands. Everyone is slowly calling it a night whispers of Good Night Sleep Tight echo throughout the crevasse.
There she stood a solitary figure looking down as lights winked out. The features on her face soften as memories rise up and slowly her gaze is taken one more to the box. The antique bronze box sat on the table before the ivory couch the only hint of color in the room was the box.
The box that she avoided looking at each day. She knew that she had to do something about it. She just wasn't ready yet she'd rather stare at the box hoping to make it go away, disappear or change colors. It had done nothing that she wished.
*sigh* I'm not sure where to go or what to do next. The furniture on the balcony looks lonely tonight solitary chairs tucked under the edge of the table. I can't remember how many times I've used that table. I can remember looking for the furniture though it took weeks to find had to be just the right color just the right materials.
The deep green balcony furniture matched the garden setting. Anyone looking at my apartment would think I"m a neat freak the truth is worse than that though. Truth is I'm not here enough to use it.
A soft breeze comes across the desert ruffling the dust and giving birth to the sand devils to twist across the cooling sands. The heat of the day is slowly draining away and silence begins to crawl across the lands. Everyone is slowly calling it a night whispers of Good Night Sleep Tight echo throughout the crevasse.
There she stood a solitary figure looking down as lights winked out. The features on her face soften as memories rise up and slowly her gaze is taken one more to the box. The antique bronze box sat on the table before the ivory couch the only hint of color in the room was the box.
The box that she avoided looking at each day. She knew that she had to do something about it. She just wasn't ready yet she'd rather stare at the box hoping to make it go away, disappear or change colors. It had done nothing that she wished.
