As a child, I always loved visiting grandma’s house and playing dress up with the old clothes in her attic. As an adult, I loved visiting grandma’s house to see her. On my death bed, I drifted away. In a dream, I was taken to grandma’s house, I was taken to her attic, I was taken to her dress up box. I picked up my favorite dress of hers that I wore everytime we played with her clothes. It was all wrinkled but the soft, crumpled velvet in my fingers took me back to when I was four years old. Grandma picked me up and place me into the dress as my sister held it open for me. “I will play Snow White.” I’d say

“Snow white’s dress is red. That one is purple!” My sister would yell. We’d play little games where we’d pretend we were princesses. All of the sudden, I jump out of my flashback. I don’t wake up from my rest, but I know can live a different type of life.