Daydream Story

March 12, 2012
By Doctor_elisa PLATINUM, Columbia, South Carolina
Doctor_elisa PLATINUM, Columbia, South Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
"There are limitations and there are protocols and I’ve been warned that I’m not supposed to threaten or beg for pieces of someone’s soul."

Richard Siken, ‘The Long and Short of It

"My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean" -unknown

She's staring across the room
eyes bleary; unfocused
but if you follow their gaze
you'll see they always stay
on that beautiful; captivating boy
who's bounding around the room
her mind is creating a story
where they're the main characters
[Romeo & Juliet] [Paris & Helen] [Gatsby & Daisy]
where they get...
well certainly not 'Happily-ever-after'
not 'sadly-never-ever'
she's watching them court
they go on walks in the moonlight
and they spend days browsing bookstores
drinking coffee at quaint little cafes
watching the sunset while swathed in blankets
with a thermos full of hot chocolate
she watches him drag her to football games
and throw her in the pool
she watches herself shove a pie in his face
and drag him to vintage clothing stores
she watches snowball fight
and their failed attempts at cooking
they go to Paris and Milan
and then she watches him propose
on national television
and she's so embarrassed
but ohso pleased
{she's says yes of course}
they get married in a blur of
pink silk and bubbles and bliss
and all she can really remember
is saying “I do.”
and the rattle of the tin cans as they drove off
4 or 5 years
they're sitting on a park bench
watching a little girl run around
dirty blonde hair hangs in sheets down her back
and honey gold eyes
sparkle and shine with joy
fast-forward again
they're standing in front of a college
hugging a boy with jet black hair
and jade green eyes
tears glazing their eyes
as they drive away
fast-forward one more time
they're sitting on a porch
all old and wrinkled
hands intertwined; rings still gleaming silver in the sun
their family scattered around the yard
and happiness leaking from every corner of the house
the teacher calls her name
she jerks in surprise
her beautiful dream; that wonderful life
drifting away
her eyes start to follow him again
and he looks her way
a smile gracing his features
and she can still hope that their story
will happen one day

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