Second blog -- answers to an ocean of prompts |
Two prompts! Let me see if I can unite them… Princess Megan Rose ![]() Charlie ~ ![]() =============== My pillow was smooched under my head, and the bed sheets were choking me. First, I thought I was dreaming, but was I? Something had knocked me down unconscious, and when I opened my eyes, I found myself all tied up and unable to move. Rather than feeling victimized, I felt extreme rage. "Calm down!" someone ordered. “You’ll be free if you choose a door.” “Any door is better than this,” I said. “You are a risk-taker, aren't you!” In a blink, I was free of my bindings and was running toward a wall with several doors on it. I rushed to open a gold-plated door, but something inside me warned against it. So I skipped sideways and chose a regular door painted in white, like one of the doors in my actual house. When I opened the door, I entered into a dark place. Something hissed. Something rustled. I felt fingers grabbing at my skirt. Hesitant, I moved back and stepped almost out of the door, but all of a sudden, bright lights blinded me as several people jumped up, yelling, “Surprise!” When my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw all my friends and family and sensed that a party was on for me; although, no one told me the reason for it. Then the music started playing. I heard the vocals of Saturday Night Fever. 'Stayin’ alive; Stayin’ alive!' “Very nice!” I said, beaming. “But let’s give this party more feeling. How about 'What a Feeling'?" And the party rolled on... All this might have been just a dream, but something needs to be said about dreams. After all, I’m still staying alive, and what a feeling! |