***A little story I wrote exploring the concepts of growing up. I'd like to thank @steponababy for giving me an awesome title for this story when I had no idea what to title it. Thanks so much! ***
A picture comes to mind, a memory of the bright days as a young girl.
Plush, cuddly teddy bears sit on a bed as bright as a rainbow.
The room is full, with toys and books, and posters fill the walls.
I remember playing with toy horses, hoping that someday I'd have a real one of my own.
It was these times where I'd leave reality and join a new dimension; a world of my own imagination...
Magical trees surround me, with lush grass and blooming roses. The moon shines brightly from above, and I watch as a beautiful silver unicorn steps towards me from behind an apple tree. It trots gracefully over to me and nuzzles my outstretched hand. 'Snowbell' I whisper and pat her softly.
My mind glides back into my room, back to the reality. Mum is standing at the door and tells me to clean up my room. She is tall and beautiful and I remember my days with her, clear as crystal.
The room has changed now. The empty surfaces are covered with dust and the curtain is pulled closed. I reach my thin hand, now covered with the lines and creases of life, to open it. The light beats in, filling the space and attempting to revive it.
I turn to my desk, empty except for a single photograph of my mother and I. Even now, I miss her so much. I feel a wave of fatigue, and sit down on the cold armchair.
The tiny space between the cupboard and the desk catches my eye. I used to sit there when I was sad, hiding away from the world where no one could find me. I'd not be able to fit there anymore.
But maybe I've never really grown up. Physically? Yes. But sometimes I remember those carefree days and wonder why I ever left them. Sometimes I wish so hard that I could go back, to the time when I didn't worry about tomorrow.
And to the time when I was truly happy.
***Hope you enjoyed. Thanks again to @steponababy for giving me an intriguing title for this story! Don't forget to vote if you liked it. Thanks for reading***
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