The Lie

The night must have been upto something. When the sun made a peek from the valley, she blushed. But she soon lighted up, transpiring her mood to the world she held in a gradually withdrawing embrace. The leaves greeted dawn in a smile drenched in dewy tears. And for all things moving, yesterday, a tiring day was a day of the past.

In the highest room in the tallest tower, the princess slept. The rays stroked her bare back before tickling her eyes to wakefulness. And she smiled. Yesterday was eventful. She met him for the first time in the weirdest way possible. But the rendezvous gave her a thousand promises and three times as much dream. They were together through the balmy afternoon, the breezy evening, and the unveiled nights. She had excitement when she smuggled him up her room. For the princess, yesterday, a tiring day was the most decisive.

She gently turned her head, looked over and suddenly blushed. But she only got redder. There were tears in her eyes of broken dreams. Her hair like his promises, gone astray. She sprang from her bed, as quick as her amorist life’s death. Her eyes red, her hands shaking…and she screamed at the frog lying on her bed” you lied!”