And I had to wonder if my fairy godmother had gone some place else and got her clock all screwed up. She must have had something cooking for me. COOLNESS.
Why did all the magic have to vanish that soon?
And why in all instance do I have to trip down on my shoes as I wished to strut my way down with all composure? I had it a little messed up.
I could be no Cinderella.
Got no evil step mom and annoying stepsisters to deal with. I don’t have to get stuck with all the household chores all my life. I am in no grand ball stuff whatsoever to finally be with the ever-mushy prince charming thing—and in no oh-so-stunning ball gown either! In my windswept fantasies maybe.
I could be no super model.
For all I ever had to do is to pace my way down and get the feel of my somewhat-80’s-inspired outfit. The polka dotted belt wrapped a little low around my disturbingly plumped tummy had its own share of edginess. I felt it twisting, losing its place fleetingly.
Ralph was done with his turn. Then came Jude. And then Faith. And then me. And there went my heart. Three steps ahead of me. I felt me shivering. For a moment I lost track. Step one. Two. Three. And still counting. Ouch! That’s me biting my lower lip again. The gleaming spotlight was massive. I made it. With it came an earth-shaking sigh. Sigh. And another sigh.
There went our second walk. And there went my shoe—off from my right foot. It’s as if I was right smack in the middle of a fairy tale scenario. I felt my tear glands launching an insurgence against me. But there must have been a mammoth barrier closing down my eyes. Thank goodness.
For a moment I wished to vanish. As in Poof! Gone! The pressure felt like a little too much for me—just like having to pose for the longest time in our final walk, I must have been genuinely lucky having been paired with someone who piloted me, keeping me up step to not to trip down again.
Blessed be Saul. Maybe we can check out some coffee crumble ice cream some time, huh?
And there went that night; slowly growing fainted, somewhat coming to an exodus. My anxiety must have had itself lost in the crowd although things really came flashing back to me. I must have tripped off my shoe and didn’t look back but I could check on this every once in a while. Or more often. Either way.
My fairy godmother must have had something cooking for me. Only that she must have had some troubles with her magic wand.
She had her Cinderella on a low-rise jeans! COOLNESS.
Published: Ang Bilog, July 2006, Tomo IV Bilang I
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