Sunday, April 04, 2004

I wish I could put everything that happened last night into a little bottle, one made of
blue glass
and frosted,
and I could carry it with me wherever I go, so that during the next all-nighter English project, I could feel as fabulous as I did last night. In that little bottle would be what was going through my head while walking down the dance floor with those people who have made my life for three years and will continue to for at least one more, cheering on all sides.
Classmates of three years, band people, my cross-country girls, those who stand in the alcove/middle of the hallway in the morning, friends from theater, track teammates, the posse... everyone was there :) And everyone looked absolutely marvelous.


But the best part, by far, was walking down the dance floor and knowing that the two girls who are most important in my life, were standing behind me, simply beaming- and screaming themselves hoarse, I'm sure.


When Mrs. Mussleman placed that tiara on my head and I took those six roses in my arms I immediately thought of that cheeky Disney movie, Wish Upon A Star (you know- that one about those two sisters in high school who change bodies for a week or so... And it ends at the prom and the older sister is crowned prom queen and then she gives the tiara to her little sister.. awwwww) and it seemed like I was in a movie- any movie. Cheezy, I know, but you never really think: yeah, this is happening to me.

Simply surreal- just one night makes an entire year seem like a minute. We've been waiting for last night to happen for such a long time (ok... a month is a long time when prom is concerned) and now that it's over, it seems like it never happened. One of those things that you dream and when you wake up, you think that it really happened because it seemed so real... but you almost know that it never did happened. One of those things that seems too good to be true.

But then when I go to turn off my alarm in the morning and see the glimmer of diamonds and silver, I, at once, remember how that crown came to sit on top of my clock.




...and it makes me smile.

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