Yo-yo's

No Escape From Reality

I danced with all I was; that is, saying that I was something. I kept spinning, twirling, enjoying the freedom I was feeling. The feeling of life.

I felt beautiful, and I watched as a crowd formed around me, fawning over my dress, which spun and twirled as I did; sparkling in the lights, and me. I knew that my hair was done perfectly, that little make-up made me look more glorious than usual.

I ignored the little nagging voice in my head telling me that I was just me. Tonight I will be better than I ever was, ever would be, and nothing would change it.

I knew that it would over soon, and in the morning, I would be plain me; plain, pimply, fat, ugly me. But I would enjoy this feeling while I had it.

Suddenly-

I woke up.