Escape From Reality

The Princess

The strange new feeling hadn't disappeared.

If anything,it had grown stronger.

Just a few minutes ago,I didn't know if I liked it.

But now,I felt-I felt amazing. With startling realisation, I realised the strange new feeling was similar to an old familiar feeling, one that I had not felt for so long.

It was the feeling that I felt on a constant basis when I was younger. When my mother was alive. Before everything changed.

Back then, I was so hopeful. So certain I could do anything.

I looked down at my hands. They were hands that could do anything.

I pushed my hands out tentatively, wondering if flames could come out at any moment.

My lips parted in surprise as a tiny flame emerged from my hands. The flame danced in my palm before it grew bigger. It seemed impossible that it felt nothing more than a tingling sensation, that my hand didn't get burned. I breathed a shaky breath as it extinguished in my palms.

This shouldn't be possible.

But this was a dream. And anything was possible.

I looked down at my plain school clothes, wondering if I could change them to something grander, something better.

No sooner when I thought that my clothes started to merge before my eyes. My red sweater and blue jeans merged into a myriad of colours before it emerged from its cocoon. A white gown started to form, soft and billowing, falling well past my knees.My sneakers felt as if they were peeling away from my feet as glittery sandals grew on my feet. I reached up to touch my hair only to feel curls within it which weren't there before. I caught a glimpse of myself in the window and barely held back a chortle.

I was beautiful. I looked nothing like the average dirty blonde haired Chloe Miller I usually saw in my reflections. I blinked, half expecting the reflection to disappear but it stayed happily there. A silver tiara adorned my blonde curls, making me look like a princess. No longer did I feel like plain old Chloe Miller, but now-I felt like a princess. A giggle escaped my rosy lips.

Safe and warmth engulfed, promising me safety from whatever cruelty the world had to offer. I twirled in my gown, watching as if it flowed around me like a curtain. After suppressing this feeling for so long, it felt good to let it out. To just not care. To let this wildness in me run free.

I woke up, happy and damp on the sofa. A blanket is draped over me. Sunshine peeks through the windows. I slept the entire night.

I feel slightly different. The feeling still blossomed in my chest.

The feeling-

I now know what it is.

I reached up to touch the ends of the strands of my now plain blonde hair.

Somehow by breaking open the house's window, I had broken out my imagination.

Something that I had buried a long time ago.