Tatiana Lara Von Stelle

  The dream life....

Sunday, 6 October, 21:28

I am soooo tired. Exhausted from helping my mother with her charity work. I'm sitting in my room packing my bag for the next day, careful not to forget anything that i will need for tomorrow. better have it and not need it, than need it and not have it, i always think. but even with that in mind i still carry light. i neatly push the physic text book into my shoulder new bag, and instantly remember the quiz we have tomorrow.I'm not worried and i never do last minute cramming.i did spend a good couple of hours studying each page with utmost attention. i love studying so it was actually really easy. of course i will ace this quiz. my parents expect nothing less from me and neither do i.

after I'm done packing and latching my bag, i get up off my bed and uncrumple the lavender coloured bed spread. i look around my rather large room for any tasks i need to do before i go to shower. my desk is neat as always, the table-cloth spread on it with both the sides equally covered. 

All my HB pencils of different sizes and kinds are laid out in a straight line, ready for me to use. my book shelf is impeccably neat, not even a single book out order, all of them are non-fiction.

my parents say that fiction and fantasy books give you false idea's of the world. they say that so called 'dreamers' never make it big in the world, and that the only way you become successful is through hard work and being sincere.they say that's why I'm not allowed to read those kinds of books and i wouldn't dare disobey them. After all, they know whats best for me.

my eyes shift over to the window seat where my sketch pad lies open to the still unfinished drawing of the Eiffel tower that i am doing for a history report. i go over to the window seat, close the sketch pad and pack away all the pencils that i used. i straighten the blue and lilac cushions and look out the giant window. i see the familiar, perfectly manicured yard, with the rose bushes all around and further down, is the topiary's  and the fountain that i was always scolded about playing in.

i make my way towards my linen closet and take the towel top. i walk through the big double doors to my bathroom. i look at myself in the huge mirrors. my usually chirpy, blue-green eyes look tired and my straight blonde hair, limp.  i strip of all my dirty clothing and toss them into the washing basket. an hour or so in the sauna  maybe. and then I'll try out in the new jacuzzi that father just installed. i decide. 

when i finally leave the bathroom in my silk kimono nightgown, i am greeted by my inviting looking bed. i get into my bed and turn off the beside lamp......