grwm to go to the king’s ball

but i end up leaving early, not bc
i’m under a spell or anything, 
but bc it’s already 8:30 and still
no one’s dancing.

i’ve never been to the ocean, but i’ve heard about it
from my neighbor, the orphan who sings to mice
and has a fairy godmother. i recognized her
immediately, obviously, but she didn’t even say hi. 

just twirled past, smelling like pumpkin spice?
& disappeared onto a balcony or into a bedroom with the prince. barf. 
it’s not like i’m in love with her or anything, but my story is less 
of a fairy tale and more like a series of the waves she described

i’m older in real life than i am in my dreams.
i don’t want to waste any more time not dancing.