by MillietheWarrior » 06/25/2013 6:46 PM
I gave the dress a wary glance, before I grabbed my bra and slipped it back on. I decided to dunk my underwear (because frankly, wearing these for a couple days straight was really gross) in the bath, and wrung them out carefully, snapping them in the air to dry them as best as I could. They were still slightly damp when I slipped into them, but I didn’t think it would matter much, since they were already drying at a pretty good rate.
Picking up the dress by the neck, I held it up and realized it was a bit too long for me, and would probably drag all over the ground. Frankly, I didn’t care, and I slipped it over my head anyways. It was a rather lovely shade of deep, navy blue, with gold embroidery along the neckline and the edges of the long sleeves. There was a long, golden cord just under the bust, which tied just below my breasts into a curt, neat bow, and I briefly admired the length of it before I sat down on the bed and slipped my sneakers on without the socks. The socks I dunked in the bath and wrung out, hanging them on the edge of the bedpost to dry for later. After a few moments of thought, I did the same with my t-shirt, laying it out to dry as well.
I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!
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