May. 1st, 2012

I have no control. I try to move any muscle in my body that will listen, but none respond. I lie there, trying to determine what time of day it is by the light from behind my eyelids. This is of no help of course, and it isn't long before I completely lose track of time. My guess is that this is day four or so, given I have heard my friends visit four times since being put into this coffin. Yes, the coffin. It was the last thing I saw before Wednesday reached over and pushed my eyelids closed. The body was made from a hollowed out tree, but the lid was inlaid with beautiful stained glass depicting irises and roses. I recognized them well as they were the window panes from the cottage I had been sharing with the Seven dwarves. Tuesday must have taken them out and worked them into the lid. He is a genious with working with glass.

I'v ereached a point where I can feel hunger and thirst, and my throat aches from the want to scream, but still I can do nothing but hope for an end. The spell that was put over me from the poison in the apple seems to preserve me, however I can still feel all of the pain from starving. My nerves are on fire. I start to slip in and out of consciousness, but the dreams I have are no escape. Today I dream that I am lieing on a bed of swords, all pointed upward. They dig into my flesh as I try to move, pinning me on the blades. I can feel the blood running down my arms, making the blades shine in the eerie light. I am unable to turn my head, but I can at least move my eyes to see that I am in a pit, though I cannot make out the walls around me. The pain of the swords sends fire through my body, but even here I am unable to scream. There is no sound other than the dripping of blood down the blads. At least until she appeared.

"You shouldn't have to wait much longer." Her voice was clear and rang out like a bell in the silence. I looked to the left and saw a figure standing on the blades. She was shrouded in darkness but I could see one thing very clearly in the light.

She was completely barefoot.

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