Untitled [supposed to be song-based] piece

Some little girls screamed while others cried nervously, others looked up at me hopefully as if expecting me to pop a new toy or maybe even a stack of new bills from my pocket. I could tell exactly how each one of them felt, except for her. She stared straight ahead, keeping her lips rigid. I walked a circle around her, examining her from head to foot. She was an ordinary girl, neither homely nor attractive; she had the simple looks of a farmer's daughter. She wasn't what I had traveled to find, the purpose of my journey had been to find a princess. Her doll-like expression made her stand out, I found it irresistible.

The procurer, seeing my focus on her, tried to explain that she was new: "Brought in yesterday you see...We haven't even had her washed."

"Is she pure?" I asked, looking down at her tiny bare feet then at her fragile child neck. The procurer looked at her distastefully, "Yes sir, she is."

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She spent the entire trip sitting isolated on deck looking up at the cloudy sky. Before departing I went out to various boutiques and bought her the most charming dresses. She didn't seem to like them; no joy came to her eyes when I opened the box and laid out the pink lace and blue ribbons on the bed. She hadn't expressed any kind of emotion since I'd taken her from the perverted hands of the procurer. She hardly ate, she never spoke, and when I caressed her little hands they were limp. I spoke to her at night, sat in a chair by her child bed that I had bought in France, and I asked her,

"Do you like the bed drapes? I had them made especially for you. What about the pillows? Do you find them comfortable? Goose feather is what's inside...I thought you might like...What's the matter? Don't you like them?"

She stared blankly at the wall. I was beginning to worry I had picked up a mute girl. Her dark cascade of hair draped over the fat pillows and I reached over and stroked it, brought it to my nose and smelled it, kissed it. I respected her silence, I considered it natural that she be shy around me, I decided to give her time.

Everyday of the two weeks of our journey she'd wake up and walk to the deck, I was told she'd stare at the sky from sun up to sundown. She wouldn't lunch with me, she wouldn't walk with me, and she still wouldn't speak to me. After a while I decided to observe her, she couldn't possibly just be staring at the sky all day. I met with the captain at the pilot house and we sipped tea as he made small talk while I observed her. It wasn't a lie, she did sit there all day, eyes wide open, staring at the sky.

It was freezing when we arrived at the harbor. She wore one of the lace dresses I had bought her and one of my wool coats. I hadn't expected the weather to be as it was since weeks before it had been quite pleasant. I instructed Ivo to stop at the wholesale fur dealer, once inside I wandered around looking for the coat that would please her. There were body length coats, waist coats, wraps, hats and hand warmers. The white fox was the chosen animal, three coats and six hats, wrapping her in fox I took her little limp arm and led her out.

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Before the trip I'd wake up every morning and walk up to my bedroom window and watch the city below. I hadn't anyone to explore the city with, I always did it alone, but what joy is in laughing alone? Running alone? Dancing alone? After looking like a fool waltzing with air I decided to take a trip and bring some company back home, someone to explore the city with. The morning after we'd arrived I woke up and walked up to the window and observed the city below.

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Author's note:

This is only the edited beginning of a story; after writing what you've read above I ran out of ideas. I have the beginning and the ending is written in my head but I need a middle. The middle didn't come to me on time and so you have only the beginning of a piece. Because of the lack of a middle I wasn't able to incorporate the song lyrics because they were gonna be present at the end of the story. I will keep workingo n this.