And ANOTHER prompt. To describe an object in the room (I chose not to interpret that literally), I chose a ballet slipper hanging from the ceiling that must have been a book report project or something or other years back....
A dream hanging in a noose. A wish blowing in the breeze, because these stars that we reach for - our ladders break. And we fall. Back down to our parchment-thin lives. This scuffed ballet shoe is the varsity football season that never began. The college career that never finished. It is these broken dreams of stardom and of novelists and of sports careers and of travels around the globe. It is the dreams of true love and saving the world, the dreams of spotlights on stages. And then the lights go out.
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