Up In The Clouds
I stand in front of my window and stare at the expanse of land before me without actually seeing it.
I don't see it because my mind's in far away Dreamland.
I dream all the time. I dream of who I want to be, places I want to visit, people I want to see.
I dream of standing behind a lectern or on a podium, addressing millions of people on any topic that I please.
I dream of riding in a limousine, moving in an entourage, waving at screaming fans, watching in amazement as some of them swoon at the sight of famous me.
I dream of anchoring a TV show, or the News. My face would be on every TV screen in the city.
I dream of shopping in huge malls. I dream of owning the malls.
I dream of being an ambassador to other countries and I would perform so efficiently that there would be talk of me becoming the next president.
A lot of thoughts run through my mind; some very crucial and some I have no business thinking about.
I think of my sister, Claire, whose wedding day it is today. She's pretty and intelligent but she has decided to marry Robert, the exact opposite of herself; an ordinary looking and not so bright young man. I still wonder what she sees in him.
When I asked her this question, she answered that gorgeous and intelligent men are too much work. She has no time to ward off other women's advances towards him or to be jealous about them. She has too much to do, so she needs a man who will be faithful, loyal and supportive of her.
Logic.
That's Claire. She has always been logical.
Well, I still believe a handsome and intelligent man could be all that. There is no way I will marry a man like Robert. He is very dull, and has no mind of his own, as Claire always tells him what to do. I think that is huge work too, even more tasking than having an intelligent husband.
An intelligent man would always know what to do. He would not need to be reminded of what he's supposed to do and how to do it. He would just know.
When I do get married, my husband will be the talk of the town. I will marry a very handsome, very wealthy and very intelligent man. He will be strong and brave.. He will be the tallest man anyone has ever seen. He will pick me up all the time, with no trouble at all. He will kiss me in front of everybody. Which reminds me; I've never once seen Claire and Robert kiss. Do they even know what that means?
I guess I'll find out soon enough.
I look down at my beautiful, pink chiffon dress. My Bridesmaid's dress. I love the colour; pink. It's soft and tender. It makes me feel warm.
Claire had kicked vehemently against the colour, saying that its far too impractical but I had protested, so father had demanded that I be her Bridesmaid. She had bowed out grudgingly. She had no choice as father is paying for the wedding.
But I know she is not pleased one bit. And her pinched-faced friends too. But I don't care because I get to be in the wedding; one of my very many dreams. I would be striking that out tonight.
I wonder what Mother is up to, walking up and down the sidewalk every three minutes. She would walk to the kerb and peer down the street. I'm very sure the florist is going to disappoint Mother today. Oh, or the baker! There will be no cake!
And Robert would stand in the hall and look duller than ever, while Claire would stomp angrily all around the yard.
What a sight that would be!
I try to stop the giggles but I fail and in another moment I'm rolling on the floor, laughing till my sides hurt.
Oh, I gotta stop this. It's almost time for the wedding.
I hear loud screeching and I jump up and run back to my spot at the window. I see a very harried-looking Mrs Poplar, toting the flowers and hurrying into the house after Mother. Well, she didn't disappoint afterall.
Claire wants to get married in the house where she had been born. She wants to shack up with Robert in The Beets Hotel for three days, and return to work afterwards.
I say goodluck with that!
I want to be married in church, with the Pastor and the Choir and everything. I want rice, a grand reception, my favourite Band would come play for me and my husband. I want a two month honeymoon in romantic Rome or Paris.
Claire doesn't want babies. Not right away, she had said to Mother. I think that's foolish of her. Babies are lovely and cute and nice. They always smell so good. I love babies and I want to have lots of them.
Claire lives an uneventful and unadventurous life. I know what I'm going to do for her today. I'm going to make her wedding an adventure. Just you watch and see!
~Excerpt from "Up In The Clouds"
I don't see it because my mind's in far away Dreamland.
I dream all the time. I dream of who I want to be, places I want to visit, people I want to see.
I dream of standing behind a lectern or on a podium, addressing millions of people on any topic that I please.
I dream of riding in a limousine, moving in an entourage, waving at screaming fans, watching in amazement as some of them swoon at the sight of famous me.
I dream of anchoring a TV show, or the News. My face would be on every TV screen in the city.
I dream of shopping in huge malls. I dream of owning the malls.
I dream of being an ambassador to other countries and I would perform so efficiently that there would be talk of me becoming the next president.
A lot of thoughts run through my mind; some very crucial and some I have no business thinking about.
I think of my sister, Claire, whose wedding day it is today. She's pretty and intelligent but she has decided to marry Robert, the exact opposite of herself; an ordinary looking and not so bright young man. I still wonder what she sees in him.
When I asked her this question, she answered that gorgeous and intelligent men are too much work. She has no time to ward off other women's advances towards him or to be jealous about them. She has too much to do, so she needs a man who will be faithful, loyal and supportive of her.
Logic.
That's Claire. She has always been logical.
Well, I still believe a handsome and intelligent man could be all that. There is no way I will marry a man like Robert. He is very dull, and has no mind of his own, as Claire always tells him what to do. I think that is huge work too, even more tasking than having an intelligent husband.
An intelligent man would always know what to do. He would not need to be reminded of what he's supposed to do and how to do it. He would just know.
When I do get married, my husband will be the talk of the town. I will marry a very handsome, very wealthy and very intelligent man. He will be strong and brave.. He will be the tallest man anyone has ever seen. He will pick me up all the time, with no trouble at all. He will kiss me in front of everybody. Which reminds me; I've never once seen Claire and Robert kiss. Do they even know what that means?
I guess I'll find out soon enough.
I look down at my beautiful, pink chiffon dress. My Bridesmaid's dress. I love the colour; pink. It's soft and tender. It makes me feel warm.
Claire had kicked vehemently against the colour, saying that its far too impractical but I had protested, so father had demanded that I be her Bridesmaid. She had bowed out grudgingly. She had no choice as father is paying for the wedding.
But I know she is not pleased one bit. And her pinched-faced friends too. But I don't care because I get to be in the wedding; one of my very many dreams. I would be striking that out tonight.
I wonder what Mother is up to, walking up and down the sidewalk every three minutes. She would walk to the kerb and peer down the street. I'm very sure the florist is going to disappoint Mother today. Oh, or the baker! There will be no cake!
And Robert would stand in the hall and look duller than ever, while Claire would stomp angrily all around the yard.
What a sight that would be!
I try to stop the giggles but I fail and in another moment I'm rolling on the floor, laughing till my sides hurt.
Oh, I gotta stop this. It's almost time for the wedding.
I hear loud screeching and I jump up and run back to my spot at the window. I see a very harried-looking Mrs Poplar, toting the flowers and hurrying into the house after Mother. Well, she didn't disappoint afterall.
Claire wants to get married in the house where she had been born. She wants to shack up with Robert in The Beets Hotel for three days, and return to work afterwards.
I say goodluck with that!
I want to be married in church, with the Pastor and the Choir and everything. I want rice, a grand reception, my favourite Band would come play for me and my husband. I want a two month honeymoon in romantic Rome or Paris.
Claire doesn't want babies. Not right away, she had said to Mother. I think that's foolish of her. Babies are lovely and cute and nice. They always smell so good. I love babies and I want to have lots of them.
Claire lives an uneventful and unadventurous life. I know what I'm going to do for her today. I'm going to make her wedding an adventure. Just you watch and see!
~Excerpt from "Up In The Clouds"
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