Wow, I had the best sleep ever! I think I woke up Mommy five times to let her know about the spooky shapes in my room. I totally knew they were just shadows from the moonlight on my curtains, but I figured she might be missing me, too. When she hugged me tightly that last time, I knew I was right.
She really needs me, otherwise, her nights would be lonely.
I dreamed about a bear, some swings, and a lopsided house. I can’t wait to tell my parents all about it; it’ll probably take me three hours. They love hearing my stories—so do I! I have so much to say and so many songs to sing. I’ll start now!
Today is my first day of preschool, and I need to look my absolute best! There’s no way I’m wearing that dress Mommy picked out and left on my dresser. I thought it was pretty when we saw it in the store, but now it just feels sad. I can almost smell her hopes on it—yuck! Plus, she knows I decided I don’t like blue since yesterday.
I’ve found the perfect outfit! Special days call for wings, gloves, a crown, all my hair clips, my Christmas dress, and snow boots—because, why not? The outfit I picked is sparkly, and I love sparkles! It twirls, and I love to twirl! I feel like a princess, and all my dreams are coming true. I bet fairies cried real tears to create it, and unicorns are probably super jealous of me right now.
I’m going to stroll down the stairs like a real princess at a magical ball, because that’s what I am!
Uh-oh, Mommy looks a bit rough this morning. I should probably tell her so she can fix it. She might even have a baby in her tummy! I’ll mention that later when we’re in line at the grocery store.
She never dresses up, and I feel sad for her. She just wears black jeans and those old sneakers. I’ve seen those bright red high heels in her closet. When I grow up, I’ll wear ball gowns and wedding dresses every day, with bright red high heels, because I won’t let my dreams of being the most beautiful fairy lady ever fade away. Or maybe I’ll be a mermaid. I saw a glittery one once!
Daddy looks well-rested this morning. They finally noticed me standing on the stairs, smiling shyly like, “Oh! I didn’t see you there, Mommy and Daddy! But since you’re here, you might as well admire my fabulous self!”
They are looking at me a bit funny.
Mommy says, “You look very, um, colorful?” She seems tired when she says that. “Do you think you’ll ever wear that new dress, or should I take it back?”
I think about the new dress and how magical it looked hanging in the store. I can tell from her expression that I need to answer carefully.
“Maybe tomorrow?”
And then I begin to twirl!