My dress shines in the glimmery lights surrounding me. The flashes from the cameras were like little fireflies lighting up. Even though there were so many people here, watching me, I felt like I was alone in a forest in the dark just wearing my dress and feeling beautiful. I didn’t even have to fake my big smile as I twirled and felt the dress swish and swish. When the cameras stopped and I was alone, still on the stage, I barely realized it. I wish I could go back to the forest where there were no worries and I had nothing to do but smile. I never wanted to take this dress off.
Where did the writer feel like they were when they were wearing the dress?
How did the writer feel when wearing the dress?
When the writer was alone on the stage, what did they want to do?
In a forest .
Beautiful .
Go back to the forest.