Yellow Paper
The crown was heavy on my head, weighing down my thoughts as I listen to the music. My head held high as I danced, my gown swaying with every movement. The man dancing with me, smiles and I smile back. He is the king and I am his queen, we stay like that, dancing the night away. My awful feelings have disappeared and have been replaced with serenity. I feel content and with my spirits lifted I close my eyes, letting the music take me away. Until I hear the sound of my phone, someone calling me. I open my eyes, the ballroom, my king, the music, is gone. I sigh and take off the thing on my head, looking down at the yellow and crisp paper that I have cut horribly to resemble a crown, with circles of red marker that I have drawn on the parts sticking up. I smile and set it down on my nightstand, feeling better than I did earlier and picking up my phone.
@cinder-sunder
