Stroke of Midnight

And now I am sitting
On the edge of the bed
Pulling the pins put of my hair
Combing back to its old shape
Sliding out of my gown
And into pajamas
A sheet of wet wipes
Clears away the makeup
High heels
Discarded on the floor
A mask
On my bedside table
I close my eyes and
Still hear the party music
The laughter of people around me
The swish of my skirt on the floor
Midnight strikes and
Cinderella has to go home but
Unlike her,
I got to keep most of the magic
With me.

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