She built a castle in the air with a drawbridge across a moat, she waited expectantly for her knight in shining armor to walk across it and into her life.
Before she knew it, she was walking down a drenched road underneath a wet sky. Her velvet gown collecting dirt and her elaborate head gear seeming out of place.
She breathed clouds that intermingled with his smoke, his promises breathed life into her dreams, she let her hair down and slipped out of her crystal shoes.
She watched a movie and cried as the credit rolled by, for the girl in her blue dress since she thought she could feel what she must have felt.
A horse that had learnt to fly like the wind, she wanted it so bad- just like the promised dream.
But the armor clanged, the drawbridge creaked and when she finally woke-
She was dirty, wet and tired.
