Happy, But Missing a Glass Slipper

A friend mentioned that he spent New Year’s Eve at a bar on the east side and he asked if I had gone out. I gave the following description of my evening,

“I put on that beautiful red party dress that I made, stayed home, drank champagne, celebrated quietly my son’s 24th birthday, then as the year slipped away I was visited by a handsome Spanish man who danced with me, kissing me once at the stroke of midnight. Was like a dream.”

Looking for the other glass slipper now.


About onethumbpoetry

Psychologist living in Seattle. My passions; writing, fashion design, photography, amazing conversations.
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