I had a dream.
I was wearing a dress with a long skirt that blew in the wind.
I was laughing and joking with my friends. Brittany and Natalie were there. Amanda was too. There was a lot of people to see, my dream parties are fun.
The champagne flowed bubbly and sparkly.
I moved to see Heather and Meghan, to hear the giggles of my Mom and the pastor’s wife, Cathy.
My dress had flowers on it, big white ones. Like camellias.
Most importantly, in my dream, I walked. I floated. I glided from person to person as I stopped to say hello.
My legs moved like there was nothing wrong. Like nothing had ever been wrong. Like nothing ever would be.
Then I woke up. The dream was over.
I sat up.
I looked down and stared at my legs.
I think these legs will someday move that way. Like nothing’s wrong.