Tuesday, October 30
Sunday, October 28
I am a little late, but then again, when am I not?
Let me just rustle my dress a bit to reassure myself of my beauty.
The Willor Manor Ball
Quite an affair.
And yet here I stand at the edge of the whole event
The music enraptures me
Carries my soul upward and away into a land of fantasy
But I'll just play with my mask
Fiddle with it, until the skin of my nose rubs red
Oh? But who is this?
This gallant who approaches me?
"My darling," he says, in a bass voice
"Have you had the wine?"
I kick him in the shin for being a drunk.
I'm going home.
The reality of tomorrow does not allow me to enjoy the escape provided by today.