A Field of flowers, filled with Sunflowers, Daisies, and my favorite one of them all, Lavender. I was younger about ten years old in an overall? Something my mother wouldn't dare want me to wear, because it was "for the commoners" she would say.
But I liked overalls, Rene' would have me wear them and she would always do exquisite embroidery. My name, followed by other animals I've never seen before like an elephant? They were all in the embroidered overalls and we would go to garden and pick flowers for her natural dye. She was so delightfully with everything I did and I always loved how she would compliment me about my hair and I would hers.
She would tell me to say good things about myself to practice good "self-love" loving self, which still doesn't make that much sense to me but I think I understand it a bit more at my age now. Accepting yourself right? Anywho back to what she would say, she made me actually care for myself more Rene' was a gift to me. A friend I never knew I needed in this
place, that I never knew I would lose.
I swung up in sweat breathing heavily realizing it was a dream. A dream that felt so real. A dream that was good for once, I think I have to thank Charles for that. After all he was the one who cheered me up yesterday night. Even though I didn't directly say anything.
I looked down at my arm seeing the little bandage wrap, but then frowned when I realized what I forgot to get from Charles. "The letter!" I whispered loud to myself in frustration. "Out of all the things, I-!" I ruffled my slightly lose ginger hair in fury. "Ahh! Victoria how could you-!" I stopped when I saw a letter at the entrance of my bedroom.
Did he slip the letter under my door when I was asleep? I hopped out of bed and when I observed the letter, it didn't looked opened. Atleast from the time I did it, when I first saw the better but otherwise-! I honestly wanted to cry in happiness.
He didn't open the letter and he made sure to give it back to me! What-what a good person Charles is, I hate that he has to be here in this mansion but I think he might be good help for me and as a friend, maybe. I'm thinking about this "friend" thing still. I'm still a little iffy about it, even though I do think of Charles highly but it's just so hard. I mean getting close to him means trouble but it already seems I created that for myself. I keep talking to him, but he's likable..Hmm, I think.
I go and slip on my black leotard and light brown pointed shoes. I usually don't walk with them to the dance studio but today I was feeling confident and ready to find a clue.