Literary Magazine 2015 Literary Force Magazine Vol. 1 | Page 39

Out The Glass Window
I never had a normal childhood ; I ’ ve always been imprisoned as long as I can remember . My life revolved around one thing and one thing only , satisfying my duties as the princess of my country . I looked out my glass window ; I instantly smelled the roses that were as red as velvet outside in my window box . They were in full bloom and their aroma captured my lonely soul . The sun shone on my window , leaving a faint shine in my dark and solitary room . But the aroma of the glamorous roses and the shine of the perfect summer sun could only be witnessed through my clear glass window . I saw the children of my countless maids running around in the sparkling green grass that shone beautifully with the sun ’ s shine . They were having the time of their lives in the perfect summer weather . I wish I could be out there , enjoying the childhood I never had . The field , I desired to be in it . I wanted my childhood , I wanted my freedom . I turned away from my glass window and walked over to the light switch and turned on the artificial light . I turned around again to see out of my glass window . The beauty of the summer tempted me to go outside . To smell the thick aroma of the countless flowers in the gardens , to stand in the sunlight instead of under a chandelier , to be able to run around in the green field , to be able to have the long desired childhood that had been taken away from me . I ’ d trade all my dresses and riches to go to the other side of my glass window . The temptation heated my body and tortured my mind . I mustn ' t , I couldn ’ t . I closed the curtains and the view of the summer afternoon disappeared .
I abandoned my dark room . Even if the light was on , it was always dark in my eyes . I went downstairs and saw my mother in an elegant gown as usual , eating her dinner on a luxurious china plate . She gave me a sparkling smile , before inviting me to have dinner with her .
“ Daphne , I ’ m so glad you could join me ,” my mother told as I sat on a chair that matched the expensive table . Almost the whole house was white . Everywhere I turned was either white or grey . It was revolting . In the middle of the white table was a vase full of roses from the garden . These roses were the same kind as the ones in my window box , but these were dull , their aroma wasn ’ t as rich as the ones outside the glass window . The roses on the other side of my window were a beautiful red , these looked pale , almost an ugly , blood red . They were horrendous in my eyes .
“ Daphne , Daphne , what is wrong ?” my mother asked . My gaze switched over to my mother ’ s blue eyes . One could get lost in those blue eyes of hers . When I was younger , her eyes glistened when I looked at them , but now , they were as dull as the bloody roses . The beholder of those dull blue eyes was the border between the other side of the window and me . The reason I can only experience a beautiful summer day by the faint sunlight that entered my room . She was the thief of my childhood .