What will I be when I'm old, wrinkled and toothless?
Immersed in the laughter and twinkling eyes of children?
Sitting side by side on a park bench, chatting about nothing in particular; Raising two generations of daughters; Walking hand in hand?Almost too perfect to be true. But who is to say that we can't fabricate a fairy tale or two for daydream pleasure to fill up the monotonous, vacant moments in between lectures? The faux plaster ceiling (incidentally also home to a thriving community of spideys) wobbles with my sinister laughter.
A fairy tale is just the right sweetener to neutralise the unpleasant things I've heard over the past few days. My usual cynism shall take a sabbatical in the attic (till further notice) while I indulge shamelessly in over-the-reality fairy tales.
Signed,
A sucker for fairy tales.
posted by Michelle at
10:54 PM
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