Pure Imagination

I am just not myself today.

Today I am Daisy.

I am the servant to the wicked stepmother and her two evil daughters, and friend to Alexa (aka Olivia), whose father died not long after his marriage to the wicked stepmother. I was left on the porch as a baby, and they took me in and raised me, so I am not officially a family member, but they treat poor Alexa about the same as they treat me. We are both no more than slaves to these awful people.

The plot may sound familiar, but it is about to thicken. Alexa and I are getting ready to run away. There is a masquerade ball tonight, and even though we have finished all of our chores, AND we have lovely dresses to wear, the wicked step mother is not going to let us go. And that is just the last straw. We get barely enough to eat here, and we have to work all the time. Alexa thinks we can get by in the woods, eating berries and peaches, and cutting down some trees to build our own little house.

I'm not sure. Building a house and growing berries and peaches sounds like as much work as being a servant, but Alexa says it will be better because we will have our freedom. And since she is the controlling player here, the plot will twist and turn according to her fancy, not mine.

So we are off, to the front yard, to gather some leaves to make a fire and pick some baby peaches. Wish us luck!