What was I thinking?

I've been thinking.... ( I know big shocker there) I've decided that the voices in my head need to return to the " Toy Box."
Maybe they should rethink their life a little bit..... I don't know.
But sometimes I feel like this...



Sarah wobbled on the stiletto heels as she moved about the room presenting her new dress. The Goblin King half smiling watched her intently on the throne. His head resting on one hand the other twirling in his hair. Sarah's mammoth dress swished about sending goblins scurrying to avoid the massive skirt.

Sarah sighed and lifted the dress so she would not trip succeeding in only more wobbles.

"Jareth, can I stop spinning? This dress is ridiculous! I could use it as my new house!" Sarah cried.

Jareth grinned, "You look dazzling darling. But I must agree with you it is a bit much. I'd have to swim through it just to kiss your hand." Jareth rose and stepped toward Sarah Cape trailing behind him. " But you see darling this is the latest fashion."

" Fashion my foot! You wouldn't care about fashion if you were the one wearing it!" Sarah pointed accusingly at Jareth.

Jareths blond wispy hair slid in front of his eyes with defeat. A hand quickly shot up to right the escaping strands, " It will be so. if it is what you command, oh Goddess of Whit! " Jareth mockingly bowed deeply.

Sarah rolled her eyes and offered her hand. "Sir would you be so kind to lead me to a popper?"

Jareth brushed aside the huge skirt in a cloud of ruffles then clasped her hand, "Oh yes your highness."

Jareth led her swiftly out of the room. Just after he exited there was a rough tug and a cry from behind.

"Jareth! Help! I'm stuck!" Sarahs skirt was wedged within the door frame preventing her from continuing. Jareth raised his eye brows. He smiled and strolled over to the damsel. He brushed the skirt aside again only to plant a kiss on Sarahs velvet lips.

Sarah raized her hand to slap that grin off his face. Only to no avail, Jareth was gone.

There was a sound from farther down the hall , Jareth leaned against a wall holding back a laughing attack.

Sarah glared, " What was that for?!"

Jareth chuckled, " I may never get the chance to kiss you again, without any major difficulties. Now, would you like me to fetch a popper?"

Sarah rolled her eyes, " Yes, please. So that when I do get out of here I can boot you in the head!!"
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Maybe  it's just me but I feel that my skirt is a little to big for the expecting door.
I have too much poof in my dress.
I have just enough poof but not a big enough door.
Or too many thoughts crammed into one place!
Either way I have too much food on my plate.