I turn around and there it is again, a castle I know so well. An enchanted refuge of alluring dreams and illusions sweeter than the ripest fruit I have ever tasted.
Rainbow coloured sunbeams fall through the arched windows onto the floor on which my bare feet are dancing. I hear light steps echoing the rhythm of my carefree spirit and feel the gust of air from the movements of the dress around me. It is a kingdom, beautiful, flawless, ethereal.
And yet, in this place of perfect bliss, my heart is seeking the door. Longingly I push it open for I still prefer the world I wake up to every morning, more magical and fascinating than any fairy-tale I know.