I watched through the car window, seeing the world passing by without me. Suddenly, I felt a lilting melody cross my mind. As the music seemed to draw closer, it was distinguishable as the small, but cheery voice of a young girl. The velvety soft voice sparkled with glee as I was entranced by the familiar song. A face burned its image into my mind. Her youth still shown plain as her vibrant green eyes lit up. A smile of unrivaled joy crossed her face, and I could only think of one thought.
Sweetie Belle.
The sensation of fresh tears running down my face woke me from my reverie. I could hear myself subconsciously humming the same smooth descant.
I pulled out my sketch pad and started drawing a new outfit design.
A little bit of white, I thought to myself as I drew. A little bit of purple, a bit darker purple.
The pencil seemed to move on its own, as though it was a wave among many, as it always did when I was inspired by something. I couldn’t tell what yet, but it was something. Then I noticed the colors and the shape of the dress-— it was inspired by Sweetie Belle.
I scrunched up the paper and threw it at the bin. It bounced off the rim and fell to the floor, but I just left it as it was. As the car rolled to a stop, I looked out the window once more to see the mental rehabilitation hospital I was going to be staying at.