Invalid

I wasn't allowed to visit, but I got to pass by.

The windows were frosted and tinted, obscuring my vision into the grand palace. Giant towers of gold and slides of ivy, brick gargolyes and melodious water sculptures.

She was there too. Strumming a guitar, an electric one that looked so out of place but complimented her hands so nicely the elves wouldn't dare take it away.

I was allowed to watch as other passangers got off and entered the haven, admiring the pink sky and green accented pathways.

My ticket didn't let me get off.

Invalid, it said.

Oh, I thought, as the doors closed. Next stop.

I kept telling myself that as we drew towards the end of the line.

Invalid, my ticket stayed the same. Invalid.