It was that same dream again, I'm on a boat, no more like a ship, a pirate ship maybe. The winds are fiercely cold but the sun, that big ol' beautiful sun is shining down on me, radiating a warmth that makes the wind almost bearable. My long copper hair is gliding through the winds like orange ribbons down an invisible river and there is only one thing my caramel brown eyes see, the wide open ocean. The beautiful crystal water and the clearest skies and for once I am truly happy.
Of course I never get to stay in such a beautiful place, my paradise, my Eden is always chased away by the calls of my maid. Helena's voice rang loudly through my ears as I heard her not even attempt to quietly enter my room. I pulled the covers over my head and prayed she would just let me stay, would let me return to my paradise but no. She sharply pulled the curtains back as she went on ranting about something, I couldn't make out what it was but her deeply honey coated voice was slightly calming even if she sounded angry. "Get up lazy" she said as I felt her incredibly cold short chubby fingers grasp my feet and begin to pull me from the covers. "Noo" I moaned as I grasped the bedhead "I don't want to get up yet it's to early please Lena let me sleep" I pleaded, it would never work as sweet as the five foot chubby Russian woman was, Helena would never let me sleep in, never let me enjoy those wonderful luxuries. After quite a bit of debate and I must admit slightly childish behavior on my behalf I finally rose to greet the day. We had been completely unaware of how long my childishness had dragged on but by the time I had bathed and had made myself presentable, picking out a beautiful sky blue sundress it was almost noon. I made my way from my room down to the garden for lunch with mother but as the sun sent splashes of lights through the hallway windows I couldn't help but remember my dream, my free Eden, My open seas and boundless adventures. As the patio doors were held open for me I quickly made my way down to my mother, she didn't seem impressed with my tardiness but she would deal with it my few extra hours of sleep were more then worth her scolds. Running my fingers over my dress as I took a seat on the white wicker chair opposite my mother I knew it was coming, the day I dreaded. Being eighteen now meant many things in this world, I was an adult. I could vote or smoke or even drink liquor along with the many other extra activities adults felt need to indulge in but along with that came my wedding. Oh I didn't tell you I was to be wedded? well it's not something I like to broadcast. It's an arranged marriage of course and to some awful uptight businessmen called Roland Penreth. Roland was most definitely in his early forties, a plump man with a constant red face and terrible teeth, his hair wasn't to good either he did one of those horrible comb over type hairstyles to his thin oily black hair that the older men liked to do when they started losing their hair. It's a horribly noticeable thing. I just couldn't understand why so many poor old men did such humiliating thing's, perhaps they preferred the lie. I don't know how long I had been staring off into space thinking about the abomination I was suppose to wed but my mothers raspy voice snapped me back into reality. "Charlotte what do you say? will you meet him for lunch the noon after tomorrow?" She asked, my mother always reminded me of a bird. Like a swan but far less beautiful. She was a thin woman all over, slightly gaunt face with delicate features and long legs, very much unlike me. I was probably five foot seven, taller then most with long fiery red hair and pale skin were my mother was five foot nine with thick brown locks and beautifully light olive skin. I rolled my eyes and rested my chin on my hands as I pretended to consider the idea. "Must I Isabella you know I do not care for this man" I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth because a look of rage flashed over her dark cerulean eyes. " Charlotte Elizabeth Blake you are given opportunities that many in this world do not even dare to dream of" She began and I knew right away this would be one of those long rants. "I know Mother" I said my tone dull and inattentive. "Roland is a kind man who wants to offer you the world-" I cut her off before she even had a chance to continue "Mother I don't want the world" that was a lie "I just want to be happy and find love" that too was a lie. Both now being in a foul mood I ate my chicken salad and left my mother in peace while her afternoon guests arrived. I would usually be required to stay and be polite but who wants to do that so terribly boring. |
Submission Name: My paradise
