Butterflies Will Surround Me

When I die I will become a princess she told us. My satin dress will be full of vivid flower prints. They will be so lifelike, butterflies will surround me. I will look fabulous, and my hair will be curly. Will you be young again? Asked a child. I am not certain of this, she replied. Youth was never my strong suit, so probably not. When she died she got exactly what she expected. She wore a gorgeous satin dress, butterflies engulfed her. She was thrilled to discover that life did not stop at the veil. It continued on, exactly as she had planned in her mind’s eye. Now she wished she had dreamed of something better for herself.