4.9.18

Sparkling heels on wet cobblestones.
A clock tower looming in the distance.
I weave through the side streets,
warm light bouncing around,
laughter filling the night.
For once,
I am not fearful of the night.
And then there I am -
standing on a set of stairs,
I'm wearing tulle dusted with glitter,
my hand gripping the curving railing.
I stare at my hands,
stare at my feet, toenails flawlessly polished,
everything looks so real.
Is it real?
There are people I don't recognize,
but then there's you -
the one familiar face in a crowd of strangers.
And suddenly,
I understand.