I want to be able to wear these every day.

I want to wake up and live in a castle, and my first choice is to wear a priceless gown of lucious fabrics.
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Or  maybe I'd wake up in a cabin. I'd hear buggies going by, driving down the main street- the dirt road of the town. I'd see all the women in their calicos, getting ready for a tea party. Then I'd dress and rush downstairs to join in the conversation.
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Perhaps I wouldn't ever fall asleep. The wagon would be too bumpy. Oregon seems so far away, but so close at the same time. I'd pull a dirty dress over my head and impatiently await the day when I can wash my dresses clean and wear clothes that aren't dusty and gross.
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Maybe I wouldn't know what clean clothes wear, in a sense. Everything would be covered with dust. Rickety wagons may lumber through the streets, pulled by donkeys, but I would usually walk.
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Perhaps I'll just wake up and climb out of bed, glad that God put me exactly where He wants me to be.......