The horse looked at the carriage. There is still some time to go, he had to be patient. It was a task he was meant to perform before he would turn back into who he was. This was an alternate life, one with meaning one with destiny and the punya of his act. There is Karma in the world after all. He had pulled the carriage on, dreaming along with his ride. He too was part of the hope that pervaded the air, of the magic of the fairy tale that this moment will always be. He too was important. At least Tonight.
He neighed once more in anticipation, not impatience. He felt a warm glow filling his heart.
The clock struck with a big echoing dong.
Where is she? He waited there, his heart pounding. Did something go wrong? It can’t be midnight already can it?
He neighed, tapping his feet. He knew he would change back to his old self soon but he hoped for something to show for his efforts tongiht. The sweet feeling of fulfilling one’s destiny… But where is she?
The clock struck again and again.
Finally he saw her. Dashing down the wide stairs, gown trailing behind her, the shimmering edges mixing with the stone like flowing velvety water. She stumbled. Oh no.. But wait, she was running unheeded. Towards him.
Cinderella looked so beautiful tonight.
