Passive v.s Active

Finally, she made it, she could feel it on her face, in her smile, coursing from the corner of her lips to the edge of her cheeks. 

When she closed her eyes and for the first time, she felt relief and serenity replaced by worn out feelings of stress. Even when her hair blew in front of her face, she never felt the urge to brush it out of face, like she did before. Finally, she made it, her muscles would no longer be pushed to the limit for seven extra hours, her eyelids would never feel extra heavy early in the morning, and she would no longer have restless nights dreaming because her dream had come true. All the tedious rehearsals and the "one more times" had amounted to something. She had gotten the lead, and she could feel her pride everywhere. 

Tired, hungry, lost, and cold. The little prince had been released by his captures but was only freed in the dark woods, where not even the bravest knights dared to go. He could feel the soles of his shoes wearing down and the wind picking up, making his jacket feel thinner and thinner. Every left turn he made, felt like he was just making another circle. The little prince could feel the woods defeating him. And just as his adrift feelings were overpowering him, he heard a rustle in the leafs, a tree branch snap, and lips licking. A monster? Coming to hide the evidence that I was ever here? The little prince closed his eyes, hoping the monster would disappear but he when he opened his eyes when he felt a warm breath on his face. There in front of him sat a mighty steed. But it wasn't a horse, it had fur and rested like his hunting animals back at the castle. He reached out to stop the air hitting his face and when his eyesight met his newfound friend's, he knew the woods would not be his home for much longer.