Too Late

Laughing.

Feathers, sleeping bags and sweet wrappers fly around the room in a chaotic dance.

Hit from the front, hit from behind, a pair of glasses knocked askew.

Lying on the floor,
breathless,
as the sounds from 'a battle of five armies' sweep through the room.

Pausing, explaining, playing again.

Truly a movie of epicosity.

Come to the dark-side, we have pickniks.

The ice has been well and truly broken,
and the three girls have lost the nervous tension they shared at the start of the evening.

Making plans, fan fiction, pizza.

Eating, laughing, eating, chatting and laughing some more.

Eating.

Eating.

her hand is half way to her mouth when she freezes

The cruel words of the shadow creatures echo in her mind,
she looks down and breaks free of the haze that had ensnared her...

It's too late.

too late to change what has been done.

She is frozen in horror, in disgust.

She was so close.

So. Damn. Close.

And now it turns out it was all for nothing and she is back to square one again.

Tears prick her eyes, but she stay silent and stoic.

Tears would mean a further defeat,
defeat against the clockwork clown which resides under her bed
and in all the darkest corners of every room.

As if the day couldn't get any worse.

So she sits,
feeling sad,
until she
                finally
                            falls
                                      asleep.