Complete quiet and stillness fell upon the theater as the Fairy Godmother swung her wand around, transforming the tattered and tired maiden. It was as if the magic fairy dust sprinkled the audience. Twinkling eyes throughout room were fixed. Magic filled the air. Everyone hung on for the ride they didn't want to end.
Half of the room will chase that high the rest of the week...twirling, dancing, and imagining a prince so attentive and so enamored that he's ready to give up his kingdom for one more moment with her.
It's what every girl dreams of...at least once.
I woke up one morning from a wonderful dream. It was so real. Disappointment crept in as I opened my eyes to the sound of my early morning alarm. I spent the next few minutes recreating and stringing together pieces of my delightful fantasy. I chased the euphoria, but just couldn't quite catch it. I decided to file away a few of my favorite images for later use.
He started to wake up after his procedure. He was weary and confused, but he was happy. He existed somewhere in his dreams or maybe somewhere in his past. Reality had not hit. He was who he wanted to be and she wasn't going to leave him. I almost wanted the anesthetist to keep him asleep, wave her magic wand and cover him in her mind altering drugs. He hadn't slept in days. He needed delusion just for a few more minutes.
He too quickly realized where he was and his face shifted to its sad state. His body looked heavier.
All the electricity in the world couldn't bring his wife back, but right now it just may be saving his life.
The clock strikes midnight, the horse and carriage transform and her perfect curls are tangled and tarnished. Her dream is over, but it fulfills her so much that a few hours are enough for a lifetime of bliss.
The credits rolled and the words echoed, "A dream is a wish your heart makes...No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dream that you wish will come true."
How long could the "Royal Road to the Unconscious" actually fulfill you?
My mom hailed, "It was so perfect. The perfect Cinderella story," as if to say, "Thank you Disney for keeping my perfect fairytale alive and not spoiling it with some ugly alternate version."
The HBO version would've left her bitter and heartbroken. She would continuously chase the high, sell her glass slipper for drugs, settle for Mr. Right Now, and live with a bounty of disappointment.
They would steal every girl's dream and replace it with...someone else's reality.
I wake him up and steal him from his trance of tranquility, and remind him that his life still awaits him. It's not the life he planned for and it's not the life he wants, but he's supposed to find a way to live in it. He wouldn't have believed me if I told him he'd be singing in the shower less than a week later. What was once his fantasy is now his new reality, and he will live there well beyond midnight.