Speaking of dreams... She awoke from a slumber, a bit discombobulated from her REM voyages by night and the lack of structure in the prior day...
As the cool tips of her toes graced the floor, she realized, she was awaking as another.
She awoke as the goddess of her own domain. Royalty in her own world. For if that was the only domain she was to rule, then she was satisfied.
She thought perhaps she was still dreaming... She scurried to a mirror...
Ooo lala... A princess? Is that what she found herself as? She had no desire in being queen, quite honestly...
She felt a bit like Natacha Atlas, rather than an Elizabethan... She adjusted the heavy jewels that were a part of her "everyday attire." (if she was truly royalty, that is)
She was certain she was dreaming. The light was intense, everything moved slowly...
She wondered what it truly might be like, to be royalty during the renaissance... For your costume of the day, to be the greatest worry of the day...
She started to realize, this was no dream... She was really scheduled to be Princess for the day...
And, she was told, she better take it seriously. The Master would be in soon to greet her, and she must be in tip top shape.
Slowly, her personality changed. She became a bit quiet. Her movements were in fact slower. More careful. She was aware of each ring, each jewel, the head dress. Her eyelashes (which were not false as she was annoyingly often asked, and not believed) were getting caught in her head lace...
Her persona became a bit of what someone might call, somber...
There was a knock at the door, but no pause to wait for her to say "come in." A servant burst in (not really), announcing the entrance of the Master.
He snapped his fingers. A group of musicians appeared. The song told them what to do next.
Dance...
And so they danced. He did not ask her what her day might be like. He did not ask her, if she was happy. He did not care.
When the dance was finished, he was gone like a gust of wind...
She looked around. The chamber maid asked her what she would do today. Goodness, she found herself, wondering, "what shall I do today??" She knew her attire would determine the scope of what she "could do" with her day...
Jewels and a head dress that were becoming exhausting. A long gown with layers and layers, and heavy beading...
She replied - I suppose I shall, take my breakfast in the garden. Then perhaps go for a short walk. I shall pick fresh flowers. And then, return to dress for dinner.
She took her tea and cakes in the garden. A solitary bee amused her...
She enjoyed her Queen Cake...
After that, she picked some flowers... She found herself feeling increasingly exasperated.
As real royalty - noone cared what she did. She wasn't allowed any friends, and she was to keep herself preoccupied during that day.
She was lonely. Sad. She longed to be free. Her husband the Prince, slated to be King, didn't care what she did. He didn't even care what she wanted or thought.
And her wardrobe, oh how it imprisoned her...
She found that the only thing left to do, was find a bench in the shade, and sleep. To avoid the reality of her sad, boring, Princess life...
As she slept, she heard a familiar voice. "Dovee Dovee, where are you?"
The voice in her princess dreams. The voice of true love. The voice of laughter and kindess and caring... A woodsman!!
I am over here, on the bench, she cried out, realizing it was all a dream. She wasn't a real Princess. The hippie debonairish Mister Lovee ran towards her. "You look spectacular Dove, who are you today?" he cried out...
She ripped off her head dress and proclaimed, I am ME!!! And with that, they took hold of each other's hands, and skipped off in complete bliss...
So, it's safe to say - being a real Princess might be real real stinky. And being a fake Princess for the day, OH SO much Better!!
Wearing cozy clothes, driving a real car, showers and bathrooms? People who love you, kids who need you - SO much better than you thought!!
Being a princess of the old world, not all it's cracked up to be.
Life as you know it. GRAND! Chickaboom...
Study. Complete.
♥ xoxo, V
ps: Oh, and our version of, off to Target, so much better... (another comic from Mister Lovee, blog post appropriate)
