(ooc: this topic is the first thing that came to mind to write a sample without getting into Alana's plot again, I'm trying not to repeat myself too much
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Today was the day. The day that all little girls plan and giggle over. The day where two amazing and beautiful families become one. Today was the day that Jane was to wed her beloved John. Jane rubbed her eyes in a sleepy haze, it still didn't seem to be real to her. She felt as if she was still dreaming, and when she woke up, everything would be as it was seven years ago before she met the love of her life.
Jane leaned up in her fluffy bed, stretching her limbs as if they were rolls of taffy. She relaxed and sat, staring at her white linens and how her almost iridescent canopy hung from the bed and danced in the breeze from the open window. It was a sunny morning in June, such a wonderfully stereotypical way to wake up on the morning of your wedding, and it was even better than Jane could have hoped for. Across the room, she saw her gown hanging from the closet door, almost waiting for her to slip inside and meet the love of her life once again. It was donned in gorgeous lace from top to bottom, with delicate diamonds and pearls strung along the waistline. She tried to imagine the look on her fiance's face as she walked down that aisle with her father's arm tucked firmly under her's. She hoped he would like the dress, he had always liked lace.
Just the thought of her soon-to-be husband, cleaned up in a light grey suit with a peony on his breast, hands linked, waiting for his bride to walk down the aisle, brought a smile to her face. She got up from her bed and made her way through a hallway of squealing bridesmaids and a misty-eyed mother to make it to the washroom. Everything felt different on that day, even the warm shower that she took every morning felt different. It was like she could feel each individual droplet of water on her bare skin, and every tiny bubble from her favorite cinnamon bun body wash. Her hands trembled as she delicately applied her foundation, matched perfectly to her ivory skin-tone; she could not get her mind off of him, especially of the day they first met.
It would be wrong to say that her life was better before she met him. No, it was absurd to say that her life was even good before she met him. Before John, every day was a fog- a grey, dense sadness which would never be lifted. Every day was the same monotone notes before she walked into that ice cream shop which she called Hell. But when he walked into the room, it become a chorus of wind and brass instruments creating a beautiful symphony. She could remember the moment like it was yesterday. John walked into the lively pink room, her shift had just ended, and he sat directly across from her at the cow-spot shaped table. His skin, a beautifully toasted shade of brown, with a neatly trimmed chin strap around his jawline. His eyes looked like melted pots of chocolate; his straight, white teeth gleamed in the bright industrial lights. And at that very moment, she knew he was the one. The one who would make her days sunnier, happier, and all-around better. And, boy, was she right.
Today was the day that she had dreamed of for her entire lifetime.
by Alana York Wed Jul 09, 2014 4:36 am
