Silk Sheets by YoukaiLover

Kagome and the Victiorian Ivory Silk Sheets

It was early Saturday morning, I had woken up from the morning ray shining through my rectangular window and the sweet sound of the birds chirping. O how lovely this morning is already starting out to be. I slowly brought myself up to a sitting position atop my queen size bed with victorian ivory silk sheets and just stared out the window contemplating my daily schedule.

As I was thinking on what I shall do today, I brought the fine silk sheets against my cheeks feeling the fine texture on it. It felt wonderfully soft and smooth. 'If life was just as nice as these sheets.'

'Hah! impossible!' Anyways, as I was thinking on what I shall do today, and after feeling my extremely soft silk sheets, which is ivory in color, I turned my focus on the clouds above, and thought what a nice day it is today, but before I can put a smile to my face, the clouds had darken and bits of lightning had erupted with a loud clash of thunder.

'Ah! what horrible day this day had turn out to be!' I then dropped the soft victorian ivory silk sheets from my little hands along with my beautifully curved body, slim waist, and nice long legs back against my lovely queen size bed with the victorian ivory silk sheets.

'Pouting,' that was what I was doing right now at this very moment in this very same place that I had awoken up in, my bedroom.

I did not like the rain, it makes me want to shed my tears along with it. Well, besides the fact it may ruin my hair if I was to stand under it without any umbrella or some sort of head gear or then again, why would I be standing under the rain in the first place?

But then again, I can be walking under a very sunny sun and the weather can just change suddenly just like a moment ago and go figure, I had no umbrella, so eventually that means I am standing under the rain and having my nice do wrecked with rain droplets.

'I am rambling again,' it seems like I do this quite often but back to the subject. I did not like the rain, it makes me want to shed my tears along with it.

And this is where I start my sad story and why I hate the rain. I did not like the rain, it makes me want to shed my tears along with it. The rain, the one particular element that had taken away the life of two very important person to me, my mommy and daddy.

I then brought up the fine ivory silk sheets against my wet cheeks and wiped away the tears that I am now shedding.

And on with the sad story, my mommy and daddy, they had a business meeting overseas in the USA, so they took the first flight available since the meeting called for immediate attention.

On the day they were to take off, the weather did not seem to be feeling well, and so I insist they go on another day, but they did not follow with it and left immediately.

While they were up there, I realize the weather had gotten worse unexpectedly, not even the weather man was able to predict it, and so then the plane had fell along with my parents and twenty two other passagers, none had lived to tell the story.

This is when I squeezed on to the now wet silk ivory silk sheets stained with my tear crystal tear droplets a bit tighter and seek from it, what called comfort.

And I waited, and waited, and waited for what seems like about five minutes and thirty two seconds but comfort was not found.

I then glared at my wet tear stained victorian ivory silk sheets and pointed my pointer finger at it.

'You're suppose to comfort me!' and it did not even yell or glare back. 'O how frustrating!' I pulled the silk sheets away from my tiny hands and nice bottom and decided to wrestle with it because it was not trying to make an attempt to comfort me but just look pretty and feel nice.

About fifteen minutes wrestling with it and having a full sweat emerging on my nice fine body, I decided to stop and think about what I just did.

'Eh? I'm going insane.' Upon that realization, I stumbled of my queen size bed but was stopped by my fine ivory silk sheets all wrapped up around my long sexy shaved legs and tender waist and then went faced down on my fine glossy hard wood floor next to my white fine carpet centered underneath by queen size bed with a loud thump.

'Ow!' I soon find out that the nice fine victorian ivory silk sheets was not nice at all, it was absolutely evil. I tore it apart from my person and promise myself that I will replace it with some other nice sheets or maybe I should go without sheets. They're only just out to get me.

I quickly emerged out of this embarrassing situation and headed out for the showers feeling that I am in a need of a nice hot shower.

But before I made it to the bathroom, I had tripped on my foot and ended again face down on the fine glossy hard wood floor but at a different spot of my bedroom.

'Can this day get any worse?'

'Ah! the agony! the pain! the torment!' So I decided to pound my head against the fine glossy hard wood floor angerly over and over again for the next thirty five seconds.

"Honey, are you all right?"

I looked up from the fine glossy hard wood floor feeling that a huge lump will be forming on my forehead soon. I reached my finger to touch it and 'Whoop! there it is!"

"O hey Sessy, I'm fine!"

"I brought you something, you wanna see it?"

'Please don't let it be silk sheets, anything but shiny silk sheets.'

"Sure, hun, what is it?"

'I hope it's a bunny suit.'

"It's a silk sheet from England, I hope you like ....."

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!"