Fairy Tales

We danced around the blazing fire in sheer cotton dresses and drank honey from carved crystals wearing dragonflies in our hair. The flames flickered and burned so brightly casting colors of yellows and oranges and reds into our eyes. We were elated and intoxicated with life; we were beautiful. The house gnomes came out to play and we frolicked and shared our war stories and listened as they told tales as old as time. The smoke from their pipes scurried up into our heads making us dizzy and warm and delighted. The moon beamed down gleefully and our jewelry, made from the shavings of disco balls, reflected off the water producing fireflies to dance above us. I wanted this to never end I thought. Stella looked down at me as I sat beneath the old oak tree. "You are free child," she said to me. Almost begging, I looked up at her, "But this is only a dream."