Karen's Dream

Karen was a happy little girl. In fact she was one of the happiest girls in her class. She loved to play with her friends. And dance around the playground like flames around a fire. Her golden hair would sway in the breeze and she would gather her skirt. Leaping and bounding as her skirt fluttered behind her. Karen wanted nothing more in the world than to be a ballet dancer. She dreamed about it every night.

She would go home after school and play in her yard with her friends. They always played the same game Karen and her friends. The yard was a magical dance school and her friends were all little ballerinas. They would dance until the sunset behind the trees and sit on her mother’s porch, sad that the day was through. Karen had always wanted to have a tutu. She had dreamed about dressing in white and swirling on a stage in front of thousands of people. But her family were not that rich. And Karen had no other choice but to dream.

She would slip under her covers of a night time. The moon was glowing fat and white outside of her bedroom window. The sound of her mother washing clo...