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A jolt escapes my body as I jump up from my bed, every single cell in my body being awoken like a light emitting from the bottom of my body and shining up, every ray of light shining into each nerve.

I raise my hand from beside me and begin to rub my rejuvenated eyes, as if I have just gotten over 30 hours of sleep last night, but I only got at least 8.

Minutes tick by as I just sit up in my bed, comprehending everything and mentally preparing myself for the day that sits ahead of me.

"Come down for breakie!" Daphnes calm and relaxed voice shouts from the staircase, and it echoes through each door like a bullet.

Using all of the power I contain in my body, I push myself pt of my comfortable bed, and stand up, examining the wall in order to help my tired self wake itself up.

I am not mentally prepared to go and speak to people. It is way too early in the morning for such a thing.

Why on gods green earth would I ever even think of speaking to one at the crack of dawn?

In the mornings I am absolutely messed up in all the wrong ways. I am mentally not there, as if my true and sincere self has run away but will come back the second I begin to wake up properly.

Normally I am a very socially conscious individual, but when I have just woken up after the craziest dream of my life and someone is yapping about some random tomfoolery in my ear I am not so sociable.

My feet forget how to receive signals from my brain when I stumble my way over to my wardrobe, trying to hold myself up as if I have just had a night out and are facing the consequences of my alcoholism.

I have never even gotten drunk, I have just been told that after you do, you get a terrible hangover and you are all sore and miserable the next day.

There are a lot of things I have not done, and the reason for that is because my whole life I have pretty much lived in secret, and my magic has put a strain on my social life.

Also, I am a devoted Christian and I am happy this way, since god has helped me through many hard times throughout my life.

Beginning to slowly but surely process everything around me, I reach my hand out to grab a white lacy maxi skirt, and a pale blue corset. Ever since I was young, I have always planned an outfit like this exact one inside my head, but I was never able to find such a beautiful skirt in the stores.

The corset is a pale blue and the rubbing that pokes down the middle to keep it upright is white, and on the spaghetti strap sleeves, it is covered in silver gemstones, which give the whole top definition.

I examine the skirt in awe, knowing that I spend my whole life attempting to find all these clothes, and they now sit in my wardrobe without a struggle. The skirt is layered, and on the end of each layer there is a pale blue hemming of lace.

"Oh my god, hurry your asses up!!" Daphne screams down the hallway, her voice cracking in agitation as it ricochets through the whole entire castle.

I chuckle at her easy annoyance, and quickly slide my brittle and thin body into the skirt, examining how it appears on my in the mirror that sits inside the wardrobe, with a lightbulb hanging over it for good lighting.

The corset fits perfectly to my body shape, considering I do not have a very large bust size, but this perfectionist top makes it appear that I do but not in a way that it makes me look as if I stuff my bra as a continuous hobby.