The life I want
A whisper of condensation blurs my vision as the spark beneath my eyes ignites. Jumping into a window-shopping spree, I see the mirage of myself running as I race past the shop displays. The dishevelled state of my unkempt hair reminded me of the aftermath of a frilly dress set aflame the night after prom. At least I had the sense to hide it with a beanie, although it’s not doing the best job at it.