For most people routine Is something they avoid. The fear of being bored, Being with someone who bores them. However I spent my life in a shamble Of never knowing what it would be like. Every day a struggle of unknown. Would my mother be the nice witch? Or would the hag be the one to come and play. I spent years cowering in corners. Ducking out of reach. Trying to be invisible Unseen, unheard. So for me I desire routine. A man who isn't afraid of ordinary. Mundane, a simple life. One where there isn't any questions About who will show up to play. Only the knowing that, Today, And every other day, Will be ordinarily extraordinary. That is a fairytale for a girl like me.