Pretend to Fly

I used to play pretend when I was little.
I wore large hats and large shoes,
clonking and teetering.
Bight blue delicately smeared across my cheek,
nail polish spilled spectacularly across the bathroom tiles.
I could pretend my whole world huge.
I would pretend myself to escape gravity.

Now I pretend I stopped pretending.
I wear large hats and large shoes,
though now they fit snug tight.
Bright blue still lingers in the air,
neatly laid across nails like it's supposed to.
I can pretend my whole world small.
I will pretend myself to be grounded,
even though inside I'm flying.