TM 181: Describe Your Perfect Day
I awake with the sun after a long, uneventful night. I'm one of the first to rise but still I hear Tony tinkering in his rooms. He was up all night. I smile at the noise, it comforts me.
I pull on simple clothes and run my fingers through my hair, vanity has no place in this fantasy. I walk down the hall, past the doors behind which my friends still slumber. I pause in the front hall, will I need an umbrella? I decide to chance it.
I walk out the front door, through the garden, pausing again, this time to say a small prayer for our fallen. Too many statues glisten in the morning dew. I continue on my journey, leaving memories and the mansion behind. I push open the gate, the golden A shines in the early light. I walk purposefully across the street, but meander once I've reached the park.
Central park in the early morning is busier than you may imagine. Young men and women run about, training for marathons or trying to lose that last ten pounds. Mothers stroll carriages, chatting together about milestones and breast feeding in public. Business men walk furiously through the lanes, pretending they are enjoying the day but already making decisions in their head. I walk among them, unnoticed, anonymous.
I walk for an hour, maybe longer. There is no agenda, nothing required of me. I am happily alone. I am free from chaos and yet it surrounds me like an old friend. My thoughts are my own, my needs are simple, my fears are non-existent. I embrace the morning and am in turn embraced by a life force only I can reach.
I return to the mansion. I return home. The others are waking. Tony greets me from the kitchen, passes me a cup of coffee. We sit side by side in silence, alone, together.
Old adages remain in our lexicon because they are true. You don't know what you have until you no longer have it.
I pull on simple clothes and run my fingers through my hair, vanity has no place in this fantasy. I walk down the hall, past the doors behind which my friends still slumber. I pause in the front hall, will I need an umbrella? I decide to chance it.
I walk out the front door, through the garden, pausing again, this time to say a small prayer for our fallen. Too many statues glisten in the morning dew. I continue on my journey, leaving memories and the mansion behind. I push open the gate, the golden A shines in the early light. I walk purposefully across the street, but meander once I've reached the park.
Central park in the early morning is busier than you may imagine. Young men and women run about, training for marathons or trying to lose that last ten pounds. Mothers stroll carriages, chatting together about milestones and breast feeding in public. Business men walk furiously through the lanes, pretending they are enjoying the day but already making decisions in their head. I walk among them, unnoticed, anonymous.
I walk for an hour, maybe longer. There is no agenda, nothing required of me. I am happily alone. I am free from chaos and yet it surrounds me like an old friend. My thoughts are my own, my needs are simple, my fears are non-existent. I embrace the morning and am in turn embraced by a life force only I can reach.
I return to the mansion. I return home. The others are waking. Tony greets me from the kitchen, passes me a cup of coffee. We sit side by side in silence, alone, together.
Old adages remain in our lexicon because they are true. You don't know what you have until you no longer have it.