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@FrostPoem It always begins with the dress. Sometimes we can't find the right one, sometimes there is no fairy Godmother and I'm looking through a closet alone and can only find jeans or night clothes. But in the end I find it, the gown, the dress. It's not always the same, sometimes it's silk, sometimes satin, sometimes velvet. The color is different too, though it's mostly pink. It's always huge, wide skirts, rustling petticoats,lots of lace and jewels everywhere. By the time I'm wearing it I know I'm dreaming and I know the glass slippers come next. They are always the same, smooth, shiny, with little heels that clink clink as I walk. Then I walk out of the door, this changes in accordance with wherre I'm living, I've dreamed this dream since I was a tiny girl. But the last bit is always the same. I know that outside my house or flat there is a golden pumpkin coach pulled by white horses. I climb in and we drive away. I feel a sense of joy and excitement I only ever feel in dreams. This time I will be Cinderella, I am going to the ball, this time I will go, this time I will arrive. But then I wake up. #AMWriting #WritingCommunity