Scenes from L Prom
Last afternoon at about 4:30ish I went through that horrible situation where you're forced to look at your face and decide on it. We all know this situation: our face suddenly becomes significantly important, even more so than our charm or wit (in my case, for a prom), and we are forced to look it in the mirror and decide whether it can be taken out that day. It's very hard to look yourself in the eye and say, "you live up to all my expectations." But the hour struck, and I finally, vigorously, did just that. And marched downstairs.
Later that evening I sat in a cushy seat at a dinner table looking at a sky light. It had that bright, optimistic light of artists studios pouring through it and leaking over the ceiling. A man brought me bread while I waited and I thanked him, he said nothing. He brought water, thanks, he said nothing. This repeated itself over the dinner.
Sometime later we were dancing and over the shoulder I saw, with a jerk, a vision, it really was; a girl was walking towards me with long, permanent strides, looking me directly in the eye. I couldnt look away. This girl arrived within ten feet of me and then was swept up by some guy, some normal guy, doing whatever he wanted, and she danced there with him as if she was a million miles away, or rather, a million miles within herself. I felt like her for the rest of the dance, a long time, til we were home.
Last scene, in the guest house, I leaned against the bed. There were a couple of us, we were eating sweets and talking, and I felt very comfortable, permanently happy with everyone's presence; I hope college feels like that.
Later that evening I sat in a cushy seat at a dinner table looking at a sky light. It had that bright, optimistic light of artists studios pouring through it and leaking over the ceiling. A man brought me bread while I waited and I thanked him, he said nothing. He brought water, thanks, he said nothing. This repeated itself over the dinner.
Sometime later we were dancing and over the shoulder I saw, with a jerk, a vision, it really was; a girl was walking towards me with long, permanent strides, looking me directly in the eye. I couldnt look away. This girl arrived within ten feet of me and then was swept up by some guy, some normal guy, doing whatever he wanted, and she danced there with him as if she was a million miles away, or rather, a million miles within herself. I felt like her for the rest of the dance, a long time, til we were home.
Last scene, in the guest house, I leaned against the bed. There were a couple of us, we were eating sweets and talking, and I felt very comfortable, permanently happy with everyone's presence; I hope college feels like that.