When it is dark and my family are all sleeping, I sometimes stay up and let my fantasies come out to play. My life is neatly tucked up in bed and, without disturbing it, I sneak away.
The darkness casts a shadow over my daylight masks and I am now free to wonder, unencumbered.
I don’t go far. I don’t need to. I tiptoe into the kingdom where my imagination is queen. She is the ruler and I, the ever welcome guest.
The door is open and I step into the light.
This world of imaginings and stories beckons me deeper. I am reunited with my circle of playmates and I lose myself in their company. I lose all sense of time and stay ’til the early hours.
I want to stay longer and play and sleepover, but as soon as the clock strikes morning the sensible, domestic hag arrives on the doorstep and sends me back.
The irresponsible, wild woman runs back to don her daylight masks. On her way she loses her glass slipper.
As the light of day coaxes the household awake she slips seamlessly into the groove. Her kingdom fades a little more with each mundane chore.
The slipper will never to be found amongst the domestic rubble that lays about and keeps her busy.
She potters in the wings whilst waiting for next time to arrive.