Her step sway along
with the hypnotic rhythm from nowhere. The melody enchants her feet to go down
to the stair. Her tramps are almost stopping at the stairway bottom when the
melody is no longer hummed. Her lovely countenance looks unhappy with it.
But when she wants to
turn her back, the rhythm tempts her once again to get closer and closer. Her
ears shepherd her little steps to the clinking sound
“Hey, I think I know
where the sound’s coming. It must be from the edge of that round table.” She is
toddling around and finally finding what she's looking for "This is it.”
The pony tail little girl said. A trace of a glimmer smile plays across her
lips when that little girl in pyjamas sees somewhat shining peeps through the
onionskin-colored paper bag with burgundy hemp lever strand. A music box pops
up from inside.
She doesn’t let any
angle blocking her sight out. She removes any barriers with her palm hand,
including the seal of the box. Now, her green pupils capture a beautiful snow
globe at the first glance.
Inside the globe, a
little ballerina turns her back away from the girl’s eyes, as if standing in an
arrogant manner. The girl shouts and shakes the globe, but, the statue just
stand still. When the little pony girl knock her knuckles up the curve of the
glass, she unintentionally turns on the pitching switch.
Ballerina’s frozen
body completely dissolves. Her light steps are in of with the music. Her paces
bring her into the spotlight, swing around, her white dove wing is fluttering
also
Smile creep accross
her countenance as snowflakes hail from the roof of the globe. She catches
every single movement of the glass by her tiny eyes. When her parents return
from somewhere, the girl draws herself in their embrace. There is no
wording between these three. But, the parents knows what their daughter's wish
from the shine of her eyes
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