Ever had an image you just couldn't get out of your head? Something that showed up, uninvited, in a dream and wouldn't leave?
This grew out of one of those.
Here's the exact wording from my dream journal.
"A girl is dancing in a room full of broken mirrors and skeletons. She is made of glass. Her eyes are closed. Suddenly, they shoot open and I can see straight into her mind. There's only one thought there, and it's her name. Adrienne."
*****
I had a name, once. Adrienne. That's my name.
It had been her big day. The Doctor had spent a long time working on her, perfecting her, polishing her until the light fell through her, shattering into rainbows.
I had a name, once. Adrienne. That's my name.
The Doctor had brought her before the people. "Just dance." She had said. "Just dance like I showed you, Adrienne. They'll love you. How could they not? You're my finest, my most beautiful creation."
It had made the place where her heart would be warm when The Doctor said that.
I had a name, once. Adrienne. That's my name.
They carried her into the room in a huge white box, after the dancing bears juggling men swaying gypsies magic workers tightrope walkers sword swallowers had all left the stage. The Doctor pulled a cord, the box fell away and Adrienne came out.
I had a name, once. Adrienne. That's my name.
All the gorgeous ladies and the handsome men, the handsome ladies and the gorgeous men and the dancing bears juggling men swaying gypsies magic workers tightrope walkers sword swallowers, they had all gasped in wonder. She was truly beautiful. The Doctor had done well.
I had a name, once. Adrienne. That's my name.
The music began and she danced and no one moved. They were all entranced by her beauty as her feet rose and fell and the mirrors projected her image into infinity, a hundred, a thousand, a million dancing glass girls, all as beautiful as the others.
I had a name, once. Adrienne. That's my name.
No one moved, no one spoke. Even the music ended, the musicians all lost in their rapture at watching the beautiful girl. But she didn't stop. She would dance until she was told to stop.
I had a name, once. Adrienne. That's my name.
The Doctor was overjoyed, so Adrienne was overjoyed. The shard of glass which would be her heart was filled to bursting, if such a thing can truly be said.
Then it happened.
I had a name, once. Adrienne. That's my name.
Adrienne closed her eyes, lost in the dance, lost in her purpose. And then she heard a strange noise. It was loud, louder than belief, so loud that if Adrienne had really had ears they would have been bleeding from the strain. She heard a shattering, and for a split second she almost lost her dance, for she thought it was her that was shattering. But the moment passed, and Adrienne still danced.
I had a name, once. Adrienne. That's my name.
Still, no one spoke. No one moved. The noise must not have been anything, then. Adrienne's imagination, if a creation such as her can truly be said to have an imagination.
I had a name, once. Adrienne. That's my name.
Adrienne was vaguely aware of the passing of time. Occasionally she heard a soft scurrying or a slight crash, but that was nothing. The people have not moved. They love her.
They've loved her for a very long time, now.
I had a name, once. Adrienne. That's my name.
Occasionally she wondered, in her vague automaton way. She wondered at the lack of noise, of motion. Did they love her that much? But she didn't let the wondering worry her. She was The Doctor's finest, most beautiful creation, was she not?
She wondered when The Doctor would tell her to stop.
I had a name, once. Adrienne. That's my name.
It HAD been a long time, had it not? The Doctor had never asked her to dance so long before. But she didn't let it worry her. She just kept two thoughts in her head.
I had a name, once.
Adrienne.
That's my name.
And they all love me.
This grew out of one of those.
Here's the exact wording from my dream journal.
"A girl is dancing in a room full of broken mirrors and skeletons. She is made of glass. Her eyes are closed. Suddenly, they shoot open and I can see straight into her mind. There's only one thought there, and it's her name. Adrienne."
*****
I had a name, once. Adrienne. That's my name.
It had been her big day. The Doctor had spent a long time working on her, perfecting her, polishing her until the light fell through her, shattering into rainbows.
I had a name, once. Adrienne. That's my name.
The Doctor had brought her before the people. "Just dance." She had said. "Just dance like I showed you, Adrienne. They'll love you. How could they not? You're my finest, my most beautiful creation."
It had made the place where her heart would be warm when The Doctor said that.
I had a name, once. Adrienne. That's my name.
They carried her into the room in a huge white box, after the dancing bears juggling men swaying gypsies magic workers tightrope walkers sword swallowers had all left the stage. The Doctor pulled a cord, the box fell away and Adrienne came out.
I had a name, once. Adrienne. That's my name.
All the gorgeous ladies and the handsome men, the handsome ladies and the gorgeous men and the dancing bears juggling men swaying gypsies magic workers tightrope walkers sword swallowers, they had all gasped in wonder. She was truly beautiful. The Doctor had done well.
I had a name, once. Adrienne. That's my name.
The music began and she danced and no one moved. They were all entranced by her beauty as her feet rose and fell and the mirrors projected her image into infinity, a hundred, a thousand, a million dancing glass girls, all as beautiful as the others.
I had a name, once. Adrienne. That's my name.
No one moved, no one spoke. Even the music ended, the musicians all lost in their rapture at watching the beautiful girl. But she didn't stop. She would dance until she was told to stop.
I had a name, once. Adrienne. That's my name.
The Doctor was overjoyed, so Adrienne was overjoyed. The shard of glass which would be her heart was filled to bursting, if such a thing can truly be said.
Then it happened.
I had a name, once. Adrienne. That's my name.
Adrienne closed her eyes, lost in the dance, lost in her purpose. And then she heard a strange noise. It was loud, louder than belief, so loud that if Adrienne had really had ears they would have been bleeding from the strain. She heard a shattering, and for a split second she almost lost her dance, for she thought it was her that was shattering. But the moment passed, and Adrienne still danced.
I had a name, once. Adrienne. That's my name.
Still, no one spoke. No one moved. The noise must not have been anything, then. Adrienne's imagination, if a creation such as her can truly be said to have an imagination.
I had a name, once. Adrienne. That's my name.
Adrienne was vaguely aware of the passing of time. Occasionally she heard a soft scurrying or a slight crash, but that was nothing. The people have not moved. They love her.
They've loved her for a very long time, now.
I had a name, once. Adrienne. That's my name.
Occasionally she wondered, in her vague automaton way. She wondered at the lack of noise, of motion. Did they love her that much? But she didn't let the wondering worry her. She was The Doctor's finest, most beautiful creation, was she not?
She wondered when The Doctor would tell her to stop.
I had a name, once. Adrienne. That's my name.
It HAD been a long time, had it not? The Doctor had never asked her to dance so long before. But she didn't let it worry her. She just kept two thoughts in her head.
I had a name, once.
Adrienne.
That's my name.
And they all love me.