Think over.

She lifted the train of her gown slightly and sat down on the bed. The silken sheets were smooth to her touch. She wondered who choose those peach coloured ones; peach and silk, her favourite. But how did it matter now, only a few hours till this room would no longer be her's. As she looked out of the window, she saw the stone pathway leading to the gate. If felt like each one was a stepping stone; with each one she grew older, wiser. Made mistakes? Yes, but learnt countless lessons on the way.
     Now she was leaving it all behind to walk on an ambiguous new path. And she wasn't prepared. What humoured her was the fact that the decision was her's. Absolutely no one had forced her, no one even suggested what she should do or not do. Then why was her heart heavy today?
    She was just beginnig to notice the music in the backgroud when there was a knock on the door. She knew it was time. She gathered her thoughts, and her gown with a long train that trailed behind. It was time, not for reconsiderations, but to do what she had commited to do.
                                                    It was time to walk down the aisle.