My dad used to say it more than anyone else, “You live in a dream world.” I used to hate it, that he had me so pegged. But I’ve made pretty good use of it once I accepted it as a good thing. Here is a perfect example of my world.
You see this costume/dress/whatever?
It’s one of the prettiest things I’ve ever seen in terms of color, texture, flow…I want to wear this thing. Where can one get away with wearing something like that if they haven’t done ballet since the age of eight? Where? In my dream world, that’s where. When I lie awake tonight trying to get to sleep, I’m going to imagine myself wearing that stupid wedding cake looking outfit to something special where people dress like that every single day. Kitty’s world. You in?