My Blue Dress

In a brightly lit room, on the second floor of a moderately sized house, there was a bedroom. A bedroom filled with pink and sparkles, unicorns and that every fairytopia detail you could ever think of. A five-year-old me danced around the room in her favourite dress.

It was a dark blue colour dress and it made me feel like a princess. The skirt of my blue dress swirled with me around my waist and sparkles flew around the room. I loved wearing that dress. I loved just everything about it in fact. The whole world was full of new and wonderful things for this five-year-old me. Everything seemed bright and never-ending.

I guess that the beauty of being so pintsize is that everything seems more bright and you are always happier.

I flopped down onto the purple and pink sheets of my bed and wiggled my toes. I knew it was bedtime but how could I possibly sleep when there were so many new things to learn. I curled up under my covers and dreamt of everything anyone could ever imagine, just like life in the clouds.

In a similar brightly lit room, on the second floor of a moderately sized house, there was a bedroom. This bedroom was now occupied by a blue light, fairy lights, and posters and pictures of all kinds littering the walls. A fifteen-year-old me danced around the room in my favourite dress. It was the colour of deep blue, like the sea.

I loved that dress, it reminded me of one I had when I was younger. The skirt of my dress flapped around me and dizzied me in a haze of blue. I loved wearing that dress. It felt like my childhood, it reminded me of home. I jumped up and down to the music blaring throughout my room. I was exhausted but when I curled up under my black and white cover, sleep escaped. My mind wandered and I thought about everything there was to think about. I wondered when I would find something new and exciting in my life.

Then I slowly drifted off to sleep and dreamt of blue and green waters that would take me to far off lands, my life in the sea.