I'm in a wedding chapel, I'm walking in towards the aisle, I'm excited, elated, but I'm floating?
I was sweating a lot when I awoke, what was that am I dreaming about?
I saw his face in a grey suit, he was smiling back at me, telling me.
"You look beautiful" this handsome Man said. Everyone was staring, they were clapping, smiles and laughs and big flashes of light. I was standing in front of this Man reaching for my hand, his face as Manly as could be, he was My Senior from Highschool. He's a basketball player, his brown eyes I adore, and his cute nose, he's got a distinctive bridge, his hands strong and fits right in mine. I see him playing for a national team. But he's got a girlfriend, and she was a stuck up, she's like glued to him, praising him, screaming at every game. But now here I am in front of him in this dream, I don't want to wake up from.
Ouch! I bumped my head I fell to the ground, face flat on the floor. Owww..š£ I was about to kiss him, why did I wake up? It's 5:30 am, and this day can't come any nearer, I don't want to get up yet.
The lazy lady is me, Francine J. Oreta.
I`m a 34 year old Assistant prop designer for a TV studio selling Stuff to homebodies who likes to buy gardening and Do-it-yourself tools, and stay at home Moms taking care of their moody Husbands and Swaddled babies, ordering Take outs and groceries, and Grandparents who are retired already and living a full life.
While me I'm still single, living with my parents, a Sister who has a son and her husband working abroad, and brothers all slaving their way to pay the mortgage. Yes I am, a spinster, You may call me an old-maid too, but I am surely not hopeless.
I studied Fashion Design in an elite design school, after 10 years of working Corporate. Having much time on my hands and an account full of savings, I figured it's not too late to start my dream of becoming a "Designer". By the way I used to be an Engineer. I'm smart, I'm sassy, I'm a chronic procrastinator. I am proud and happy living my early to mid-30`s as an Assistant to the Designer.
In my part I chose this career, because I thought it was for wardrobes and styling, but then again my age caught up with me, and I was assigned to a much younger Producer, and she gave me this job. A semi menial job grade, of making props for their Spring to Summer Collection of Household Items, like a Beach ball Air Compressor, A Self-motored fan that is easily compacted to fit your suite case every time you are on the beach. Or an ice-crusher who makes snow cone ice, look more smaller and finer you almost will taste no ice shavings. I'm also stuck with a Prop Designer whose my supervisor, a guy in his late 20's who likes to torment me with his demanding and dominant personality.
This is my life, a single Woman with two dogs at home, taking care of my folks, with an opportunistic Sister, and a very cute Nephew. And I just woke up from this other dream I was about to get proposed to.
He whispered in my ear, "Will You Marry Me?", and I was still crying when I told him Yes I will...
Are You Serious!!!!....šš£ Why do I wake up in the middle of a very good dream?.
Oh No! its already 7:30? Gosh I'm so late...!!!!šØmy boss will kill me!