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Beethoven’s fifth symphony filters through the magnolia infused air as I stand with my back against a glass enclosed bookcase, each one full of all my accolades of awards, certificates and trophies. I stand there mesmerized, wanting to pinch myself in order to see if all that was around me was merely a lucid dream as I look off into the night sky breathless. I should have known better than to drink the spiked apple juice before bedtime. None of this could actually be real I thought. But after pinching myself and letting out a scowl I realized right then and there that this was all indeed completely genuine. I could see the silhouette of buildings twinkling in the distance, like a parade of diamonds blanketing the black velvet sky. I could almost touch the full moon as it hung so perfectly against the back drop of sparkles, further aluminizing this foreign world. My dreams had come true and without the help of a fairy godmother or a man. I was a star. I took a sip of my Zinfandel, let it swirl, then linger in my mouth, enjoying every ounce of sweet warmth that encapsulated my soul.