I stepped off the black carriage, the white and brown horses neighed loudly and their hooves stamped the cobble ground. The party had drained my energy away, the stress and anxiety made my eyelids heavy, my head throbbed in pain, and I will probably collapse to the ground if I did not get to bed soon. 

I entered my home and immediately my maid, Clara, was at my side offering me tea and scones, her small shrill voice cut through my head like a saw. I declined her offerings by shaking my head; my hand lightly touched the wooden railing as I climbed up the stairs to my room. The purple wallpaper was added just last spring; I hated looking at the old blue wallpaper. I took out my pins and placed them on my dresser table, the dark mahogany wood intricately woven around the three mirrors, the biggest one was in the middle. 



Clara came into the room, under her white bonnet, her brown hair must have been messy, her skin was a light brown from being under the sun for far too long and her dull brown eyes were tired and worn. I stood up silently and took hold of one of the four posts from my bed as

Clara, rather savagely untied my corset. I did not want to argue, she was probably tired and my head still throbbed in pain, so instead I stayed quiet. 



Soon I  was dressed in my white gown, the cold breeze from the window made me shiver and Clara closed the window for me, a small smile on her lips. Getting into my four-poster bed I laid my head down gently on the silk pillow, my head still throbbed in pain, but I knew that it would subside in time.

Slowly my eyelids began to become heavier, until I could no longer keep them open. 



The party was too crowded, the decorations were ugly and the orchestra made the instruments shriek. Grotesque and demon