She Stole My Heart

She stole my heart, my soul. I couldn’t believe it was possible. This beautiful, mythical creature stole my heart. Growing up my sister and I used to swim in our pool and pretend to be mermaids but I did not know they were real. I met her in a mythical place and she stole my heart.

This mythical place was my dreams, every night. Every night I would be sound asleep where no one could wake me up.  The only way I could see her was if I was cuddling a mermaid’s favorite sea creature, a sea horse. This mythical place was only in my dreams until she made it real. One night in late July, she put me under a curse where I flew to her in real life. I woke up in Myrtle Beach, where I got my purple sea horse twelve years ago. She awakened me by a kiss and this is where she stole my heart. It was more magical then mythical.

She was real. I always wanted to be mermaid let alone to be kissed by one. She whispered in my ear that there was a way to become like her. My heart was beating so fast, it burst and the process started. She held me in her arms as I started to grow a magnificent mermaid tale and a shell bra with luscious breasts underneath. My hair grew as long as it could grow with purple highlights. Again she awakened me with a kiss when the process was complete and she was happy with my appearance. She whispered that I was the most beautiful creature in the world, even though she was truly the most beautiful.

We had to go because the sun was rising. With being mind-blown by this night, I wished that my sister could see this. She could read minds and she whispered “You are mine now; your heart belongs to me, and your soul with forever lives with mine.”