The Tale of the Bed

My weekend started early. I've been cursed with the unfortunate fate of an illness. Starting Thursday until currently I've had a cold, I guess...I'm not quite sure what it is but whenever it feel as though I'm going to get better it just sticks with me. And due to this unfortunate fate I was stuck doing even less than I normally chose to do. If I wanted to merely get myself a drink or something to eat I'd be flushed with a wave of dizziness that sent me straight back to the bed I came from. So then what exactly did I do this weekend you may be wondering by now? Well of course I spent some leisurely time with Kevin, browsed through a few hundred beauty guru instagrams, did some imaginary online shopping, and watched my favorite TV show, Gossip Girl.
I also got to dine on luxury foods, including a sleeve of saltines and bubbly. Ginger ale that is. And incase that wasn't enough of a luxurious meal, I had cough drops for dessert. The fortunate fate of my unfortunate illness was I didn't have shoveling duty.
I remember waking up on  Saturday just like it was yesterday...I mean, it was only a few days ago, but anyways, when I looked out the window to see if it was still snowing I learned that it was, although it wasn't until I looked at the ground that I realized it was most defiantly still snowing. Both of our cars were half way buried in the snow and it was only 8:30 am. When my parents started talking about going outside to start shoveling and plowing I was appalled. "No!" I thought quietly to myself, "I just woke up, I don't want to think about going out in that retched snowstorm." And thanks to the cold or whatever sickness Gods, my disappointment with my sickness turned into relief. Suffer inside with my illness or suffer outside in the cold, being sick didn't sound so bad after all. Although I was on bed rest due to my inability to be active, and felt a bit more than under the weather, I was pleased to not be outside shoveling thanks to Nemo.

Two Views

As I looked at the stranger staring back at me in the mirror I noticed her delicate white lace dress sitting atop her fragile body. "This isn't me," I thought to myself, "It can't be,". I'd been awaiting this day for nearly two years now, but really much longer than that. Everything was perfect, from the invitations, to the floral arrangements. But I couldn't help but feel something wasn't right, I wasn't me. The emptiness that lurked in my eyes was haunting. If this is what I've wanted for so long, why couldn't I see the happiness I should be filled with? Laura, my wedding planner peaked her head in, "Five minutes," her words lingered in the room. Five minutes, and I couldn't find my joy or excitement anywhere.

The peonies were an assortment of light pink and white, with delicate crystal vases. The innocence in her eyes matched the innocence of her surroundings. All delicate, white, light pink, lace, and love. She was dressed in a meticulously custom gown that cost more than some peoples first houses. Her Tiffany engagement ring hugged her finger as if it never wanted to let go. As the clock ticked, each second meant a second closer to her cue. Her cue to walk down the isle, to the life she's always dreamed of and certainly deserves. 

He said/she said

Good morning Qq
Dog!
What're you making?
Where's mine?
Carly?
Carly?!
Can you help me for a second?
Can you get me down the sugar?
Poor mama
Ok, thank you
Carly?
Carly?!
What do you want for dinner?
You sure?
Okay
I'm gonna miss you so much next year