Finally
Awakening from a tap on my shoulder.
Blinking my eyes
Once,
Twice.
Peering through the window
To see the sun shine on a sign,
That akes me smile.
Pulling into the lot
Not waiting a minute a more to get out.
Racing my siblings to the ferry
To take us to a magical place.
Stepping off the ferry
And taking my first steps onto a land
I never want to leave.
I inhale everything around me
From salty pretzel to sugary cinnamon churros.
From giggles to little girls dressed up in little outfits.
I look straight adhead to see two mice on the steps of a castle.
I walk slowly to get closer,
But stop to see people in front of me.
As I wait and wait as if it has been years,
It is my turn.
I remember back to the sign,
"Where dreams come true"
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