Thursday, September 10, 2009

Glass slippers.

She paces back and forth in her colorful bedroom. Listening to the crickets chirp , and ponders the future. She is blind to it, but can imagine it in her head. A hand full of roses, a stomach full of butterflies, and a pair of glass slippers being worn. A church full of people, and a gorgeous man wearing a tux at the altar smiling. She is expecting her father to let go.She awaits a beautiful event. Hearing a sudden knock at the door, she shudders and answers, ''yes?''
Her mother responds and greets her with a smile. Comforted by her mother, she texts her fiance, and types I love you.

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