Even the blissful thought of a slow dance with a stranger is a piece of faith towards serendipity. My eighteenth masquerade birthday and I have the potential at meeting somebody pretty amazing. Thomas. It intrigues me to the point where for a month I’ll be creating magical scenarios until we meet and I either feel something or I don’t. However, the moment is so small and ordinary that the month before is what truly counts. The dreamer within, the breathing entity of pure, crystal, hope.