Perfectly Perfect

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written: 03.05.22-05.01.22

Once upon a time...

A dream is a wish your heart makes
When you're fast asleep

Do you remember the story of a boy who lived a life of cinders?

In dreams, you will lose your heartache
Whatever you wish for, you keep

And how he found true love because he kept a beautiful dream in his heart?

Have faith in your dreams and someday,
Your rainbow will come smiling through

Of course, it helped that he had mice friends and a fairy godmother who could do wonders with a pumpkin.

No matter how your heart is grieving -
If you keep on believing

That boy...is me.

- the dream that you wish will come true

A TWIST IN TIME

Elliot:
What a perfectly perfect life
It's a fairytale come true
I'm a prince and husband to my love
All because I fit a shoe
When I dreamed of love, who would've guessed I'd end up here?
All the end of a perfectly perfect year

Lost in his own thoughts, his wife startled him from behind. "Would my perfectly perfect husband put on his perfectly fitting shoes?" Y/n held up a pair of brown everyday shoes.

"You found my shoes!" He reached for them, but she dodged, playing keep-away with the blond.

"Better hurry. Fairy Godmother's waiting."

"What were the mice using them for this time?"

"Boats." She dumped the water out of them, then put them on his feet, bringing back memories. "There."

Overcome with love, Elliot picked Y/n up and spun her around, holding hands as they ran down the palace steps.

Elliot:
Oh, what a wonderfully perfectly perfect year!

-

Since Elliot had left, all of the housework fell on Dominique and André. They scrubbed profusely at the floors and threw the dishes into the washtub.

André:
Why should we have to do the chores?

Dominique:
I would rather rot in jail!

André:
Washing the dishes and scrubbing floors

Dominique:
Oh, that's just great, I broke a nail!

Both:
Cinderelliot's at the palace, living a life of luxury
And we've not one been invited to a ball

Dominique:
Or even tea

André picked up the bits of broken glass, shaped as a crown. He remembered the shoe being too narrow for his foot and how crushed he had felt when he was informed he could not marry the princess.

André:
Why don't I get a happy ending?
Where's the princess who marries me?

Both:
When will this horrible nightmare disappear?!

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