The Fitting

Am I wrong to fit the world to my needs, so I wouldn't lose hope and just crow my fears in the most silent way? Eventhough I have never seen magic before nor felt its silvery clink, I am thrilled everytime knowing its thick existence in the world I have created for my own sake. A playful world filled with colorful magic creatures, sunlight, moonbeam, and tiny twinkling stars: all together at once, waiting for their turn to soothe and protect me from weariness and ailments. I can always retreat and find refugee with my well-chosen friends in my well-designed world. Anything to protect my soul. I fear the day when I would be totally normal like any adult. I dread their inability to recognize the beauty of a dust, the sweetness of raindrops or the melody of a bumblebee. I am fitting the world to my needs: with my collections of enchanted lace and ribbons.