There is a story about a girl [that means you] who l o s t her glass slipper when the clock chimed 12,12,12and l o s t her fairytale ending.
There is a story about a girl [that means you] who waited and waited and waited in a deadly, -never-ending- sleep while life went on&on&on.
There is a story about a thing [that means you] that was so lost a n d lonely a n d sad but turned into something B E A U T I F U L .
[Wait, wait, wait . . . That one wasn'tyou.]
There's a lot of fairytales out there, don't you think? About pretty girls who get saved, or pretty girls who get into trouble, or pretty girls who look out the window and think 'hey, my life turned out all right'.
But she is eleventy-b i l l i o n times MORE important than any of those {PRINCESSES}. Eleventy-b i l l i o n times more pretty and special and wonderful and famous than any fairytale {PRINCESSES} will ever be.
She is Tawni Hart, and she is quite perfect as she is.
Don't defy it or deny it, because she is quite l.i.t.e.r.a.l.l.y perfect and so who cares what you say? Because as was stated above, she is more pretty and special and wonderful and famous than anyone [especially fairytale {PRINCESSES}] will ever be.
So please, stand back, she has a crowd waiting. Seats and seats and seats full of fans who are squealing and giggling and just waiting for her name.
Tawni Hart.
No really, step away from her. She needs her space. Back away, back away – she can't breathe like this! No really, please, please, please, she's drowning. Everybody, let her breathe!
STEP AWAY FROM THE BODY.
"Hello, security? We've got a code eleventy-billion. See this girl? She's drowning in her fairytales. No, yes, no, sir. I'll get right on it."
"You heard the boss, wrap it up. Call 911 or something. The kids don't need to see this . . . They don't need to see a fallen star."
Wait! It's 12:00! Where's the pumpkin? Where's the prince? Where's her old clothes and her dull blue eyes . . . Where's reality?
She wakes up panting, screaming 'Hello! Hello?'
Nobody is there, and that's how she knows this isn't a dream. No, this is r e a l i t y.
A/N: Just a bit of angst, because I have a slight case of writer's block.
