Succumbing to the Dream

She opened her eyes to fairy dust.
Strange that, she marveled and reached up a hand to touch this curious development when fingertips touched her own and from the fairy dust floating about in the winter sun materialized a beautiful woman with long blonde hair, soft looking, and clothed in clothes that belonged to witch queens from fairy-tales.
"My beautiful pet," the woman purred and it was then that Caroline noticed how cruel this woman's mouth was. Lush pink lips, like a bud concealing thorns beneath. Caroline felt her heart race as the woman's fingers fit themselves between the teenager's own pudgy fingers.
A knock nearly broke the spell, but Caroline help on. Desperate to keep this dream. School could not take it from her, nor could the dull life that waited beyond her bedroom door. A voice called out to her, strict and demanding that she leave her room.
Leave this dream?
Never.
"My pet, will you embrace the dream that I have for you."
Caroline could feel the magic in the lovely woman's words. Timidly, she nodded. This did not appease the woman though and she leaned forward, her lips so close to Caroline's. She could smell what had to be fantasy, so sugary and dark.
Dark eyes that held mysteries of castles and passion that could bewitch even the strongest of heart reached out to Caroline, going past her own green eyes and into her very core where every desire to escape had been.
"You must answer me my pet. Or I shall be powerless to whisk you away. Please, say that you are mine."
"I am yours."
The door opened and a thin woman with bed-head walked in. She turned on the light with a disapproving flick of her finger and stormed over to the bed.
"Caroline Mandell I have been calling to you for some time now. You have to get ready for school."
But there was no response.
"Wake up!"
But when Caroline's mother reached down to give her daughter a firm shake she noticed that her daughter's eyes were open but there was something missing from them. They were vapid, reflecting only the light of the winter day and staring unseeingly at the dust motes floating about in the gentle light that streamed in from the window.
"Caroline?" her mother whispered. She sounded scared, but then she frowned and shook her daughter anyways. "Wake up! This is no time to play around! You have to go to school. I am sick and tired of your whining about escaping, you have to get up!"
But still, there was no response and Caroline's mother began shaking, desperate tears welling up in her eyes. Still she shook her daughter, but she was unable to illicit a respond from the girl.
And somewhere, where only the eyes of dreams could see. In that place between dreams and reality Caroline danced in the arms of a beautiful woman as she allowed herself to finally succumb to the dream she had held in her heart for so long.