Prom Dreams

Fingers run through my hair.

Brushes sweep across my face

Adding color and sparkle.

I watch as the dress I chose

Glitters on my bed.

I hear the door open downstairs

And his voice sends chills through me.

The next few moments fade into a nervous blur.

When I glance up shock fills me.

The violet of the dress.

The curls in my hair.

The glimmer in my face.

I glide down the stairs.

He smiles and I can see the longing and awe in his face.

I blush.

Maybe tonight will be perfect.

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