For a time,
I was a princess
with a dress
made from old sheets.

I could wrap
the floral fabric
around my shoulders
and have a long train
drag behind me,
all sorts of toys
hanging on
for the ride.

I sang
in my makeshift gown.

I danced.

I waited for my prince charming,
begging him
to come quick—
dragons were afoot.

I daydreamed
about my first kiss
without ever knowing
the reality was
pretty slobbery
and wet.

One day
my mother no longer saved
the old sheets
for me to play with,
and childhood faded
just a little bit more
for no reason at all
that I could see then—
or even now
as an adult.

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