Quilted Cinderella

Suppose you were in my shoes. The shoes at the relevant moment are actually G's hot pink ones. They're comfortable for high-heeled sandals, but if you were in my shoes you'd know that "comfortable for high-heeled sandals" is not really all that comfortable.

You wouldn't mind, though, because no fewer than five Fairy Godmothers helped you get where you are right now. Bouncy A for convincing you to come, Brittany for the dress, G for the shoes and sweater, Laurel for the makeup, Swimmerette for general support. You feel a bit quilted, but you can see yourself in the threads and that makes you almost a different girl. Not too shabby for having been dressed in baggy jeans and your old gym shirt this morning.

Suppose you were standing in my shoes. You'd be standing in a hallway. It's a dark hallway, the walls crunchy with reams of black paper and iced with fake spiderweb. The school looks a lot different like this, playfully grand in the same way as the Disney palace, but it has the same corners and the same tile. You would be thinking distractedly about a certain person, a person who doesn't expect you to be where you are. Just then, that particular person would walk into that hallway. Also, Swimmerette would be holding your head so that all you can do is stare at this person.

Well, I suppose I could have closed my eyes. Good evening, Prince Necker. I may have no idea what that strange look you are giving me means - do I look like a slut? pleased to see me? or dreading me? am I cracked or is it my glass slippers? - but I am about ready to slap Swimmerette.

Suppose you were in my shoes some time later. They're the same shoes, but they're a lot more uncomfortable now, because you are walking halfway around the school and you are really cold. The hour is such that if you really were Cinderella, your shoes would be about ready to give up and turn back into carpet slippers. The only person you danced with is Brittany, and the only person you kissed is Swimmerette. But Necker's sister does no longer seems to you to be quite so hypnotized, and you re-met an old friend you haven't seen since Super Bowl night 2000.

Despite that people have been telling you how cute you and Necker ("You know, he does have a pretty long neck... What's his real name again, Anna?") look and how you ought to be dancing, and despite the fact that your pumpkin coach still hasn't shown up, there's been enough magic in this night to carry on for days.

Deep in another dream,
Thinking about you
Feels like the final scene,
Thinking about you
Save it for a little while,
Thinking about you
Time for another smile,
I’ve been thinking about you
- Ivy, "Thinking About You"