I want to be a Princess

Dreaming of being someone I’ll never be.

I want my nails painted a different colour each week. But I never have time to let the coats dry. I wish to twirl in all sorts of dresses, but my budget has no option for altercation. I wake up with my fringe covering everything but my forehead. And I always have at least one spot disturbing my cheek. 

        I wish to wear makeup, but the foundation always creases. I have eyeshadow and fake lashes, but they seem to always cause irritation. To have a bunch of beautiful bracelets and rings that shimmer in the light. Shoes that always look brand-new. Small handbags that hold nothing besides compliments.

        I want to be stunning. To always love the way, I look. To feel so at peace among all my things. To carry the smell of vanilla and strawberries everywhere I stroll. Have the presence of elegance. To have people see me crossing the street and think, ‘Wow, ze’s pretty.’ Lips that are light pink and covered in glitter, not hidden behind a mask because I’m terrified of becoming ill.

        Do nothing all day but to tend to my body. Read books, knit sweaters maybe even bake a loaf cake. I wish to have an absence of responsibilities. But I cannot stop myself from responding to emails no matter the time of day. Dishes and laundry always need to be washed. I am not a princess but a maid. Waking up early to clean someone else’s kitchen. Getting on my knees and scrubbing the stained laminal that will never not be tainted.

        Imagine having someone else clean my messes. To have a bath drawn for me, bubbles, and candles maybe even flower petals floating at the top. Never have to worry about how much this week’s food shop might be or curl under layers of blankets because the radiator won’t turn on. Have the mental preparation to buy bus tickets from the driver.

        I wish to never worry. To have someone else make sure I’m healthy. And all I need to do is sit and be pretty.