Play Pretend

I used to play pretend.

I still play pretend.

On this day, I'm the blooming flowers of spring.

The next day, I'll act out the fall breeze.

All while I'm a summer drought, a winter drink.

I need a reminder,

please tell me it's not my color.

The slipper won't fit.

Pretend is not reality.

Help me find me,

but who is me?

What do I look like?

Where am I?

I'm sick of being fiction.