It was midnight.
She knew.
The clock struck twelve
Undoing the spell.
All night she danced and danced
With that handsome man
Prince. Rich. Gentleman.
She had not come for romance
Just a day off that is all.
All she wanted was a break.
But time was up
The clock hand said so
She liked that evening
Her blue silk dress
A pool of soft, tight around her body
A pretty woman. In a pretty gown
Her hair, usually a tangle of blonde unkempt
Now a bun with pretty fringes dangling down
A new pair of earrings, sparkle and shimmer as she twirls
A new set of shoes. She saw glass ones but liked the blue ballet ones better.
She liked it.
At home she swirled and twirled
And saw difference.
Difference from usual, tight jeans, baggy t-shirts and sneakers.
It was a transformation.
But of course she loved the original much, much more.
So she ran.
The clock struck twelve.
The dress got too tight for comfort.
The handsome man checking out her cleavage
The almost tripping on too much skirt, incidents
The earrings too sparkly
The sneakers being missed.
So she left, the man wanting more.
Wanting not only dance but to make love
Chased her.
But she did not turn back.
The beads of sweat dropped like snow from forehead melting on her breasts.
She ran till she reached home.
Ripped off the now drenched dress from her near suffocated body
Intricate lace brassiere tossed out
Red marks on feet massaged
Make-up removed
Earrings returned to velvet cushion
She in panties and slip
Comfort. Finally.
Me. Finally.
Took out a book from the over flowing magic filled book shelf.
It was 'Cinderella'.
Her assignment due tomorrow.
So night lamp on. Laptop open.
She began to read. And ripped the pages apart in her words.
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