Rough Morning

All around her was a steel cage as Bassa finds herself collared and shackled in iron and dreadfully alone. Her candlelight flickered only lit a corner of the portal to freedom that lies only what it seemed to be a mile away. Deep in thoughts with the coldness creeping her aching knees and outstretched wrists, the problem for her is getting herself freed. She jerked to the left and her right arm strained; she jerked to the right and her left arm strained. None of the chains are weakening. Her heart beats hard and her breath thinned; knees shaking and shoulders weakened by the perception of time further than it were. Footsteps echoed from her freedom path and Bassa looked at the freedom path to find a woman not taller than her father and certainly taller than her. She was followed by a man whose figure of a rough dog and eyes of fierce loyalty. The voices vibrated the air around her, yet they were ambiguous to her. As the woman with a pink crown on her head was picking the lock to her cage, the sight of Bassa dimmed.


Bassa woke in her ever comfortable bed in a well lit room sheltering her from the Iramashan winter. She scoots off of her luxurious bed and exposed herself to the mahogany scented atmosphere in her bra and panties. Her bed head was quite similar to her usual hairstyle, but her father was the only one who could tell the difference between her bed head and her real hairstyle. Her bulge was noticeable as her panties seem to snugged itself around her pelvis. Though she was very drowsy since the dream was harsh on her, she was glad that the curtains covering the tall stained glass windows was keeping unwanted eyes from viewing her exposed self while she dress. After dressing into a simple blue dress and her short white bolero, she slipped into her white slip-on low-heels before walking to the kitchen to cook herself something for breakfast. When she entered the kitchen, she noticed no one was in there, which is good. She approached the pantries, picked up some ingredients and gets started with making her meal. Though it was morning, she was hoping this time, her father would arrive.