Love. I love my family, but sometimes I just want them to go away and leave me alone. Every morning my father wakes up and puts on his old blue suit; snazzy that’s what he thinks it is. He doesn’t really need to wear a suit to work, but it makes him feel very important.
My mother wakes me up every morning to the same conversation. “Good morning Sweetheart.”
Sweetheart? Really, ugh I am 23 years old, and my mother still wakes me up by calling me Sweetheart. My life is going nowhere fast. Depressing. “Good morning mother.” I tend to say this more to my pillow than to my mother, but she understands.
My mother walks away which leaves me some alone time to think about the dream I had the night before. My mother doesn’t know, but she is quite rude; she interrupts my dreams almost every morning. My dreams are great I hate when they get interrupted it’s like interrupting a movie! This dream was no different.
I had my own house. It was huge and extravagant, furnished with only the best kinds of furniture. I had a hottie too hottie of a boyfriend, his name was Eddie, well Edward but I called him Eddie. We were having dinner it was a romantic dinner with wine, and candles. He was in the kitchen getting more wine for the both of us and when he came back I took a sip of my wine, and that’s when I noticed a ring in the glass. I gasped. I looked down and there he was kneeling in front of me. “Will you marry me?”
I was so shocked I was silent. This was the spontaneous proposal I always wanted. Then finally out of my mouth came “of course! How could I say no?”
He laughed, and kissed me. “Good, because I can’t imagine my life without you. I love you Sassafras.” I know Sassafras is a tree, but that’s my nickname; sad to say isn’t it? Then like a fat kid running to a piece of cake it hit me. He doesn’t know my secret job! I had to tell him, but how? Just then the answer came to me the sound of shattering glass came from the front room. “What was that? Stay here I am going to check it out.”
I knew who it was this man has been chasing me for two weeks. Now he finally found me; I had a sinking feeling and I didn’t like it. I cut off Eddie, and ran ahead of him, and there I stood face to face to the intruder.
It was here my dream was interrupted by my mother who just doesn’t consider that I just might be dreaming. Does that ever occur to her, no! Ugh I hope I got to beat that intruder to a pulp. Wow, I am quite an adventurous dreamer I could have died. That intruder could have chopped me up, or put a bullet in my head. Then from the kitchen my mother’s voice cut into my thoughts like a knife through a pumpkin during Halloween. “Are you coming down for French toast?”
“Yes, I will be down in two minutes.” One good thing about still living at home is that I get free food all the time. No one can make food like my mother can she has a gift.
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