When I was little, I dreamt of a beautiful man.
He would take me in his arms and carry me away.
We would hold each other under the twinkly lights,
and fall asleep Like that.

Then I would wake up, and steal his body.
Then I would step inside and wear it.
Then I would go out into the world,
and be myself.

I would be happy to say hello to everyone,
and be unabashedly me, in a proper body.
And whether  people were kind or hateful,
it wouldn't matter.

Because I was in love with me.