Cinderella MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   I stare,

looking intently at the jeweled queen.

She wears a teal gown,

a beautiful ruby smile

and sparkling pearl earrings.

She is taller than I am,

standing proudly.

It's her trip to the Prom,

her night of fantasy.

The dress is borrowed

And the smile pained from the two-inch heels

Worn only to satisfy the height requirement

(her date is a foot taller).

As I look at the young woman,

I smile.

The mirror smiles back.

I leave the comforts of my bedroom.

After all,

a little fantasy never hurt anyone.

It's Cinderella's

Chance at the ball.

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