the dress
It's not any particular color, I'm not even sure if the color has a name. But every time I see it, every time I touch it, every time I step into it and zip up that hidden zipper it takes me into a completely different world. A world of elegance and grace. A world where all the coats have tails, and the older gentlemen all have beautiful carved canes and velvet top hats accompanied with white gloves. The ladies gossip in the corners while the center of the room is saved for dancing. The kind of dancing that has a string quartet to guide it. The chandelier is made of beautiful glass and gold and the walls are lined with angelic paintings. The floor may look a little scuffed but it's still dazzling. I love this world. This world where things seemed to be simpler. A place where love can happen at a glance or a touch of the hand, and that it can be so passionate with out everything else that complicates it. The place where when ever someone enters through the grand doorway a type of silence that is the silence that holds the awe for who ever it is that just walked through the door falls over the whole room because the people entering seem to have a type of glow around them. I think of this world and I smile. I smile because it's the place where my prince charming waits for me and there's nothing stopping us from dancing, even if its just for a moment we're still intertwined for that one instant that will last me long enough until the next time i get to step into that dress and zip up the zipper.