I should explain why this is personal, since it’s probably not obvious. It’s an adaptation of a conversation I had with someone close to me before going to bed last night concerning Cinderella and how she would get home missing a shoe. It was unexpected (by me at least) and one of the more romantic things I’ve done in recent memory. :-)

Great imagery, I could almost be there myself. Don’t take this the wrong way, but missed=mist, right?

Oops, yes,. Thank you for catching that. And thanks for the kind comments.

Such a tender story, but I didn’t see Cinderella in this, because she ran from the ball, but if she hadn’t, this is what would have happened. :)

Thank you so much for the kind comment.

We claim artistic license with regards to our use of Cinderella’s missing footwear in order to… facillitate in a flirtation. ;-)

It almost feels like they were wandering the woods, and have now found their way home. It’s a beautiful piece, really captures a moment in time. I especially like the third paragraph, keeps it from becoming too like a fantasy.