Shot:
If you lose something, don't whimper upon those things. It's not meant for you. Whatever is there in your destiny, you will get it, no matter how hard you runaway.
Cinderella lost her glass shoe which was pretty. But in return, she got her Prince.
Mishty opened her eyes lazily uttering her favourite quotes. She opened the tap and filled her tub with water to bath. In the meantime, she was imagining what all she could add to her fanfiction today. Her previous day chapter made her smile already. She is very proud of herself as to how she turned the full concept of Cinderella tale and the first chapter got so much appreciation from her readers. Now she all wanted to make this fairy tale into trendsetting.
After one whole hour of bathing, she came out in a towel covering her and another one in her hair.
That's when her gaze fell on everything. How can she be here? As far as she remembers she was sleeping in her own room. She smiled and pinched her as it's her routine to have another stupid dream. But nothing changed even for the ninth time when she pinched herself. Realising that it's not any nightmare, she changed herself to a gown which was there, fortunately.
She checked the surroundings and ran outside to see where she came to? She just couldn't recognise anything. Everything is new and was like a fantasy.
While running in the middle of the road, she almost bumped into someone. Mishty looked up and found a girl with blonde hair standing there with an unpleasant face with her actions.
"I am sorry" Mishty apologised but the girl seems to be angry with her.
"Everyone is blessed with powerful eyes, I wish you could have those" the girl with blonde hair snapped at Mishty with anger-filled eyes. Mishty opened her eyes widely when she heard her own favourite dialogue which she wrote in the introduction chapter of her novel. The girl disappeared in seconds inside the home leaving behind the baffled Mishty.
Be glad Your nose is on your face,
Not pasted on some other place,
For if it were, where it is not,
You might dislike your nose a lot.
Mishty could hear some funny poem with uneven beats. She turned to her sides to see where it is coming from and found none.
"Who is that?" She asked with fear. The voice indicates that it's near only. But she couldn't see anyone.
"Who is that? Did anyone disturb you?" The voice again spoke making her startled now. She lowered her eyelids as she recognised the source of voice coming from.
"Ahhhhh" she screamed in horror seeing a cat. The cat jumped in horror seeing her frightened frame.
"Who are you?" Mishty asked controlling her anxiety.
"I am Jaq" the cat proudly introduced himself while Mishty still was in shock to see a cat talking. One thing is clear that she must be in her own dream. She squashed her again and nothing changed.
"Jaq?" She mumbled not absorbing the things in the way.
"Well, to be honest. I am a bellwether. Jaq is my name." the cat pulled its imaginary moustache.
