Dear Diary 1

Dear Diary,
I had a dream last night. A blonde woman was curling my hair and putting makeup on me. She was telling me to sit still or she’d have to start over, but it was hard not to squint when she glued fake eyelashes to my lids. The bathroom was full of cigarette smoke and hairspray fumes. I held back a cough -- better not smudge my lipstick. The woman took another drag of her cigarette and left to grab a sparkly purple dress complete with arm ruffles. She grabbed me by the arm and contorted me into different positions to squeeze me into the dress. A sea of itchy tulle swallowed me, so I tried clawing my way out. It just made the woman more irritated and she yelled some more. I gasped for air as my head found the proper hole.
“Fifteen minutes until we need to leave, Karen” shouted a man from the other room.
“Alright Jerry!” The woman known as Karen shouted back.
My tiny feet are shoved into even tinier shoes with the heels that made clip-clop sounds on the kitchen floor. I was getting more excited by the minute, but unsure why. Karen looked me over one more time, put out her smoke, and ushered me out the door. She strapped me into the backseat of a white mini-van and then sat in the passenger seat. Jerry was already in the driver’s seat waiting.
We drove for what felt like hours. My little legs had grown numb from my booster seat. Karen and Jerry argued the entire ride, but it turned into outright shouting after we hit the parking lot. The towering building in front of us must have had ten stories and dozens of windows. It was the biggest place I had ever seen. We silently marched inside to a desk, where Jerry talked to another blonde woman. The woman smiled at me and said she liked my dress. No one yelled at me for the rest of the day.
Then I woke up. 
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