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head. She walked along the path across the garden, each step
taking in all the nostalgic memories. In the middle lay a white
bench, surrounded by a huge white cage, rose vines creeping on
it. To the right of her was a statue of a Pegasus- antique and finely
carved.

Daisy sat on the bench and slowly turned the page of her
book over to where she left off. Surrounded by the peaceful
atmosphere and the sharp scent of rose, she lost track of time.
Suddenly, she heard a voice, as soft as a cloud and as delicate as
a flower- the one that she would fall for and obey everything it told
her to do. The voice came from the statue, now on her left. Daisy
followed the voice and stood in front of the statue. The voice came
ringing in her head once again telling her to pet the Pegasus. She
did so then she heard a click sound. The Pegasus’ mouth opened
then a small box slipped out. She opened the box and there was a
small key inside, the one that is not wouldn’t fit the normal size door
keyhole. She kept the key inside her cardigan’s pocket and went
back to reading. The next time she looked up, was when she heard
a faint calling of her maid. She couldn’t make out what she said but
she knew it was for that dinner was ready.

Daisy sat down at the dinner table. She lived with her mother
and father, yet the dinner table was so big and it only made her feel
even more lonely. Daisy finished her dinner, went back to her room
and did her night routine.

It was only seven p.m. but Daisy already felt tired. She put
her book on the nightstand before clambering into bed. As her
consciousness ebbed, her mind swirled into a new dream.