Fireworks filled my ears when the clock struck twelve…I ran down the steps of the palace…stumbling over a grinning pumpkin…losing my shoe…but I couldn’t stop. All my hopes gone…shattered…the man of my dreams mustn’t see me like this…my dress tattered and torn, my blonde roots needing touching up–
Then I woke up.
It was all a dream. A beautiful, over the moon, wonderful dream of finding my heart’s desire.
I sighed, and then picked up the e-Reader next to my nightstand and finished the story until I got to the happy ending.
After all, isn’t that the stuff dreams are made of?
Happy New Year and Happy Reading in 2015!!